Of the weight of death.

Today my mens ensemble had to sing at an retirement home, the type you go to directly before you die. We all walked into the room where we would be preforming, and we saw about 20-30- old folks liked up in wheelchairs around the front.

You could feel the death in the air.

It was bone chilling, the despair, the hate and sorrow. It was like its own entity just floating around all of us. The air itself was heavy with it all. It was as though the despair wrapped its tendrils around our body to try and get us to surrender to it. It pierced your heart. Even now i can feel it, 6 hours later, the feeling of it sticks around inside your chest. The singing warmed our body's for a bit, but for me it returned.

After i realized the weight of death i realized the weight of potential death, that strikes me all to close to home.