Death. Irony. Life.

I become more comfortable with the idea of death, the more I live a life – that I consider to be – worth dying for. Funny how that works. – J

Terminally Ill

I was inspired to write the following poem during an¬†unfortunately-eventful visit to a Houston, Texas airport. Three things to know about this day: I was severely depressed, I’m terrified of dying in an airplane, a man collapses into a stroke, on the floor of Terminal D… On their way to die. On their way to … Continue reading