Have you ever considered your death? Planned it out under all possible circumstances so that when it arrives, you will still be in control? Prepare the room, turn down the bed. I have come home to die.
Has the fear ever prompted wild fantasies, the kind that have no place in the calm of life’s innumerable days, now brought to a close around you like the shroud it is? Would you find yourself tempted to say and do those things that inhibition keeps under lock and key? Walk with me, sit and listen to all that weighs on my heart. I must relieve the pain of inaction in a final confession.
Will terror grip you in the end? Have you unfinished business that will tear your soul in half and leave the shreds wandering this earth in endless searching? Will your god pluck you away from the demons of hell, and fly you to brightness and eternity? I misplaced religion in my youth and never again found it. It was always so austere, but I would clean off the dust if it brought me a measure of peace.
Do not leave me, please.