Love is like a lie that keeps us alive. Like believing theirs a higher power out there that can hear our prayers and save us from this hopeless existence we live. Death will become of us all, death feels no bias or pity. It takes whom ever no matter the skin or religion or whatever. Death is the horrible truth and love is the sweetest of lies.

Something most of society ideally ignores or chooses too out of fear of what comes after us. If we all share the same grave whose to say we all don’t share the same fate of what’s at the end of the tunnel.