/If you could get me a drink/
/Of water 'cause my lips are chapped and faded/
/Call my aunt Marie/
/Help her gather all my things/
/And bury me in all my favorite colors/
Growing up, your mother had always told you that death is just a part of life - that all of humanity will one day join the Lifestream. It was nothing to be afraid of, as you were assured, and yet people still found themselves beyond scared of it. You were never sure if it was the heart stopping that scared people, or even the fact that there was the chance that they'd never see their loved ones in the same place. It never clicked with you, not even when you reached the age of nine and had to attend a service for your grandmother.
Nothing made sense in your previous years, even though it all was explained both spiritually and scientifically. It'd be a battle of many moralities and logic within your head, and it'd drive you insane. Even if one trumped over the other, you'd continuously be at war with yoursel