A flesh accepts Inevitability and the other yet to

Death stares at the face of those who avoid it. Most people have this innate thinking that they might survive the blow, if they keep ducking over and over again. The value of life only comes to a person when their throat feels the sharpness of scythe getting closer. The naiveness of the young doesn't breathe the air of old.

Young mind leans on strength as an ideal to wither off the realities of life. Clutches of death never come for the strong, thinking only weak that gets washed away in the river Styx.

Death and life in this world has always been in a harmonious relationship. A connection that is so inhumane, yet it carries the breathing soul of innocence. It is unusual for any human to comprehend any sort of bond between peace and war.

While we may assume death or life should be kept apart but in the end, they all need each other. For one to work, others need to exist. a sad truth of life that we offer everything to convince ourselves of the denial of the other side.

The flesh where the blood rushes fast; relies on making haste to reach the conclusion. While the dying soul hardly seeks any answer, as it drowns in pain.