Death, Dying, Not Greiving

That surge of electricity flows through my finger tips, as I lie dying on my death bed.

I wonder about all the wasted opportunities.

The "what ifs" and "why nots."

It's hard to live in a world of regrets, when these decisions are constantly being shown up by new afflictions.

We can't have it both ways, but we can choose to live at our best potentials.

I for one can't wait to exit this shell and prove to others I am right about life after death.

Whether you guess right, is up to you.

Dreaming is half the fun.

It's an optimism that keeps life light.

There are too many pit falls that curse ones enjoyment.

Get out there.

Show your true colors.

Do not let age, sex, or identity define you.