Embrace it, grace it; it graces us. It is a truth from which you think you can run. It has wings and you just legs. It is a truth which you vehemently deny. You deem it a lie, a weakness. It completes us and gives us purpose and drives us. How boring would be a world where nothing ever died. Beauty would cease to be and pleasure would wane. Such an existence is pointless. Whenever I write about death, I lose my objectivity. Things blur but it may not be normal. But normal is boring and it is over rated. It is just a way to prevent us from appreciating the truth like death. It is not a phenomena that occurs like scientists say. It is not a god, oh no it is too simple to be a god. It is death plain and simple. But it is not boring. Oh no, By no means is it boring rather it is intriguing, it is alluring, it is callous, it is cunning, it is vivid, it is detailed. It is so much more than just an idea, it is a perfect idea. It is not death that we fear, we fear its beauty the overwhelming truth. We all see it and we all try to ignore it but no good comes from it. People think they won't die, now that is just provocative. Death is beauty, it is sentient, and It will punish you for not acknowledging its beauty. More so if you think you can best it, in the end death wins. It has till eternity so it will be beautiful till the end. We, we fade and rush towards death. It will embrace you, you just have to wait for it and it will embrace you. try to run from it and it will hunt you. Even in its cruelty death is so beautiful. It is horrifying, barbaric, monstrous; but then again it has a grace, a poetry of its own. Embrace it, grace it; It is death.