this morning #545.

this morning, because she could not stop for death, it kindly stopped for her. despite the mystery of the moment, there was a peace in her heart. she’d once read that forever was composed of nows & ever since she’d accepted that, she believed that the future was an illusion. there was only the moment. another one would come along soon enough, so this one wasn’t particularly momentous in itself. it was just another building block in her story. we live. we die. ho hum. she knew the soul should always stand ajar but keeping her soul open to all possibilities meant keeping it open to situations such as this. though she’d miss the life she’d led, she knew that unable are the loved to die.