Sometimes at the end, we write about the beginning. Where the sun was young and death seemed a far away concept, where youth ran not only inside us but our bodies where able to run alongside it.
It is in this youth in which comfort is found, when the script of life reaches is final pages and we grow nearer to the time when we exit stage right, from our play called 'Life'.
It is this comfort of youth, which accompanies us when we lay in a hospital bed, cold at night without a noise or loved one in sight.
It is the youth which leaves our bodies as we slip into the abyss of a forever long night...
