The Fall of the Wings of Death

How harsh is life's grip when it squeezes without breaking, and how difficult are those moments when someone demolishes the sandcastles you built with your own hands on the seashore! How beautiful it is to pass away in the embrace of those we love, or what we call a beautiful death; it has a different flavor, but only a few will experience it. I have begun to feel that fleeting isolation, and the coldness of the thorny darkness with its faint blue light, and the power of the approaching storm. I leave you with this narrative, along with the sorrow and regret it conceals.