• Laying there on the pavement staring blankly off up into the sky sat my body, listless with eyes staring wide eyed at the unknown above me. My head tilted back in a silent gasp as all things did when death was upon them.

    Most would think death would be filled with sounds of your friends frantically trying to get you back to reality. Begging you to come back to them with greif filled arms. But in truth, it was all silence.

    I saw my beloved frantically begging for me to come back to life but there was something there inside me that willed me to quit.
    Like the white women from inkdeath by: cornillia funke
    where a cold feeling reached out to me like icy fingers wrapping around my heart.

    I knew it would hurt so many if I died. I didn't want to think about it. In truth now I think I even cryed when I looked up at the people standing around me. But now as I stand over them looking down I just don't know what to think.

    In real life, before I was forceably ripped from reality, I was afraid of death. But Death, the thing that always confounded me as a child, was now stareing at me in the face.

    Suddenly then and there as I thought that darkness would take me without anything I saw something that made me jolt.
    It was an angel. Beautiful but frightening at the same time. I had heard that sometimes images like these would come to people and these things where not of beauty but of death but I couldn't help but fallow it into the depths.

    The hand of my beloved left me. I hadn't noticed until it was gone that it had disappeared. The tears had left me and I grew frantic.
    where were those things that I loved?
    I wanted them back, I felt like crying but I couldn't. I wanted to go back to those things. I wanted to feel the hand of my beloved in mine once again.
    But they never did come back.

    Then suddenly I found myself just floating, a light shining down on me with its pale golden warmth.
    Warmth, Something I hadn't felt since what had felt like ages.
    It called to me and I reached out to it in something like longing.
    But what was it?
    Was it god?

    But whatever it was answered me. Not through the big booming voice that all think of when they think of god. But Through a thought, he spoke to me.
    Images flashed through my head
    my beloved
    my friends
    and family

    But not only just those things I loved
    all was showed to me.
    The creation of the earth was also given to me
    the evolution of man was shown to me
    the beauty of nature was shown to me

    many things where shown to me
    thousands of things
    things I couldn't imagine to be possible
    and this was where I found relief to be true
    and this was where I found my heaven