Laurence has a minion!

Minion the Rays

The first thin fingers of dawn claw their way over the horizon and light nothing but the bodies of the dying, and the dead, and the slow shuffle of the rest. The silence is occasionally punctured by the staccato of semi-automatic weapons. Every night, I lay in bed waiting for my exhaled breaths to melt together in the slow drawl of sleep. I think about death. I've lived but a quarter of my life, and yet I have a soul older than I care for. It is impossible not to think about death, seeing it, causing it, daily. There is no life in the creatures that roam the earth in search of nothing but human flesh. And in true death, when your lights have been put out by those who love you, when the ones you want to remember the most do you the service of a bullet to the brain, to prevent you from turning like the rest of them? What then?

It terrifies me that I won't know when it's happened, that I won't be able to reflect on my life while floating in an endless, eternal void. Everything I've loved, my passions, my thoughts, my memories - it will all be gone. It will not have mattered. Everything that makes me who I am, my entire consciousness. I won't even have time to know that it's happening or going to happen, because I won't be me. You won't be you. I thought I would be strong enough for this life. It is the only one I have. Some people take comfort in that anonymity, the fact that once you're dead, you're gone. Some people take comfort in the circle of life, some form of reincarnation or rebirth. But even if reincarnation exists, does it matter? My memories, the you-ness, everything, completely gone.

Reforged or newly minted, does it matter?

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Laurence the male Graveyard Dragarth | ID #795050 | Owner: Molly
Overlay by Shalashaska | Headshot by metal