I do not fear death.

Death is the beauty of Life. The crescendo in which grants this symphony a true purpose to its sound.

Death is nothing to fear.

What I do fear? The scars that I bear that nobody knows are still only wounds. The change in tune that a maestro must now master in the midst of the unquiet stage. The new summit that must be conjured after already reaching the peak of mountain. The reality that I am nowhere near the holy gates of heaven.

I do not fear death. What is to fear about the sound of a masterpiece?

What I fear is the unbearable ache of cheating death.

The song that no one can hear. The unfinished symphony, suspended in the nowhere of time.

And here I am already.

But what I never knew was that there were even more storeys to this lonely place.

I thought I had found my way out. But Father above had unkindly built me all too well for me to simply vanish into oblivion.

They never told us that to be unbreakable would never hurt.

And yet here I am. Finding a way to reorchestrate the blare that remains.

I do not fear death. I fear something that I know to be far more titanic.

I fear that I am truly here. And that nobody truly knows it. I fear that I am, indeed, truly right here.

Purgatory.

Love from yours truly,

-Daniel Roy