Clean Tight Skin or a Saggy Fractured Hip

The other day I was sitting with friends and we spoke about death. We have all had a rough year with the loss of a close friend and sometimes talking about it was the best or worst idea. It is after all, quite the dichotomy: beauty and tragedy. Something we question and rationalize and something we avoid thinking about all together. I pondered my conclusion.

Feel for Thought:

In the Ground with the Worms, In the Sky with the Birds

I think I will probably die an old woman

With my friends beside me in their graves.

But perhaps this is God's way of playing tricks on me.

Perhaps I will be alone and young

And most likely I will never know

Until it's all said and done

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