Why is everyone afraid of death? I never understood. Sure there are great things in life, but, doesn’t it get tiring? You get tired so easily when you are close to death. You get tired of moving. You get tired of talking. When you sleep that is when your happiest, for when you sleep you are free. You are not tired.  You can do whatever you like see anyone you want. The only problem is that eventually wake up. And when you do, you feel the weight of your body come back. you hear all the terrible noises around you. And then you see everyone's faces. You feel like a burden to them. So you think, why cant you take me death? Why not end the endless pain of my family? I am a burden to them. Why?

And when he does come for some reason you don’t want to go. There is something that cries out no! you try to get away but death is fast.

When you are dying you feel as if you are going to sleep. Your breath is taken and you drift off. Of course you either go to heaven or hell. But the thing no one wonders is who is death?

Because my thought is that death is a person. Death who is the loneliest person in the world. Death has no one. Death is all alone. Death cannot love.

Or can he?