Death

Death is but a crossing to the other side of life's mirror.
Death is but crossing the world as friends cross the seas.
They still live on in the memories of the living,
while the living still resides in their mind, so close but worlds apart.
In this divine glass that seperate both worlds, they still see face to face, converse freely but one differs from the other by different dimensions but still the very same as their yesterdays. Although death is forever a great crossing on a boat sailing on the River Styx, their friendship, in the best sense, ever present, ever provident and immortal.


Random Thoughts by ME.


Why must i write about the topic above I don't know why but i have a feeling, a sense of deja vu that Death has something to do with lieterature that we will be facing on tuesday-English Paper
(hint- form 4 literature-poem and short story last)