Nonsense thread.

A journey with death
Death comes and it strikes from a unknown place. Arriving without warning putting us in our place. Death tells us where we belong and waits for us at the corner. It doesn't always hide but it doesn't take no for an answer. With a grip and a pull there's only one way to go. Greet passersby on your way before the end of the day. Lean your head to the sun before the clouds come by. While awake say hello before the rest go to bed. Death walks ahead revealing a tread a leash if pulled will behead. Step fast with planted feet lest you fall underneath your own defeat. Stay awake stay alert forget your strife forget your life. The day will come while you will leave, the trip may last longer than you grieve. A second sun rise blocked by ceilings can be cold and hide your travels. Death may go on but the thread pulls take you forward. Quite a distance between you, you become alone. Privacy burdened by time. The thread coils then straightens. Do you resist? What ever happens don't regret. Do what your going to do with passionate intent.