So I think my end is near. It won't be easy to let go on the life I am clinging onto for so long. It won't either be too hard after all it's said that all it takes to tear apart the soul from the body is a snap of fingers by the angel of death. The question is would the soul go whooshing out of me into a paradox made up of endless twirls only to end up in the city of souls where it would wait for its judgment? Or would it shear my body apart from within? Like knives cutting me from within until I am nothing but flesh and blood laying aimlessly in a puddle of clay only to be eaten by the ants, I used to squish for fun? Or would it be painful? Painful like someone with a truck coming to drive me off the road because I may not be paying attention to it and was involved in my own thoughts of being in a world I have built up in my mind? Somewhere between reality and imagination, it's my demon that haunts me. It's like someone living with...