personal note (death is birth, birth is death)

I did not want to leave but they said I must go. I had everything I wanted, floating in this amniotic fluid. Weightless, every need answered immediately. Hooked to greater life with an umbilical cord. Paradise. Then they said I must go. They said I would see light, experience heaviness. I said no. They said yes. I went.

Now I have become accustomed to this light and heaviness. They say you must go. Once again a death. They say it is birth. I do not want to go. Yet I know what they say is true. Once again I must go alone.