As it is in Heaven
Life is what knocks at your door when you try desperately to lock yourself in.
Life is what pulls you up from the bed and demands you to go meet the sun.
Life is what pushes you to take a step outside and inhale the air.
Life is what makes you think you need to move forward.
But you tilt your head back.
And you meet with the End.
Death is what scratches at your window late at night, singing you to sleep.
Death is what pulls in your covers in bed, making you cling more.
Death is what pushes you to take a step outside and go meet the clouds, calling you to be one with the sky.
Death is what makes you think you need to move forward.
That’s why you step into the road.
And everything rushed in, the blares of red light, the screeches of wheels, the hard slam against glass, the deafening collision on the ground.
Death urged you forward.
And you never looked back.