Ghostly treat after the triple decker bus.

A simple understanding, between the predator and it`s prey. Stacking life on many levels, high, low, and steady center. A food chain of circular disaster when emotions break up the grass with stepping stones. A divine feature of mother nature that still exists in this world, when she fled years ago. The blessing of a life ending for a reason, the devotion to harbor another`s breath. Although torture can occur, the everlasting heaven for this good deed lasts century after century in the warm sunshine following you as your translucent corpse wanders up the flight of spongy stairs. Taking each inhale and exhale higher and higher, forgetting how you got there but glad you did. Fear can reach many aspects of a biotic life. Dying isn`t a scary thing, the race for the wait to disapear, is terrifying. However, once accepted, you gain the capacity to reach new levels and higher ground, and this so called `death` becomes nothing but a desire when it collides with your fate.