How does Death feel?
Does he like taking us away?

Does he enjoy leaving our loved ones shaken and breaking?

How much work does he actually do?

Does he actually lead our souls to another place?

Or does he stand by and take our last breath?

Does he enjoy it?

The fear in everyone’s eyes as they lay there gasping, confused, and torn.

Some say that Death has tracked us since the day we were born, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Others say Death stumbles upon us by accident, all the while looking for the end of his own existence.

Does Death weep?

Does he grieve?

Has he lost someone he loved before?
Is Death our friend, or our greatest foe?

One day we can ask Death, and hope that he himself knows.