Cherry blossoms are destined to bloom, aslong as the sun will rise in the morning and allow growth where growth can grow. But humans are destined to die. As long as the sun will rise in the morning. Death will come whenever life lives. That is the promise from the creators of certainty.

And with the cherry blossoms in this garden of peace, drooping back down towards earth after touching heaven. I am reminded of the exstistenial dread that all humans are born with. But it could only be the wise to be plagued.

The black birds are singing beyond the sound of motors passing. Followed by the gun shots towards the earth of motors firing up. I am overcome with heat from this poison that floods my brain. From my brain it travels down my arteries toward my legs and my arms and I am stuck in a paralysis.

Accompanied with a demon smiling in my eyes, laughing in my ears and burning my skin. He dances with his spear of hate. Pokes me, completely annihilating any thoughts of cherry blossoms. And as the trees die off, and barren wasteland grows. Death intises me with an exsit from the hell i am in.

But as the fires burn my skin. I am then reminded that death is certain, we don’t live forever. Why rush to our death?