neverkin:

what’s the best way to die? easy. you forget your name, your friends, your family, your home. you forget your wings and teeth and blood. you’re stripped bare of everything that made you you, and are forced into the next life. you live among them, unaware and uncaring of what you were in a past life. you were divine. they loved you, they hated you, they feared you. you had teeth. you forget everything. everything everything everything until there’s nothing more to forget. they build you back up, reconstruct your bones and reroute your brain. they call you human.

but death isn’t the end. you remember. you find it in hymns behind closed doors, in sloppy confessions between friends, in the feeling you get when no one is watching and the world is in your hands. you scream “i remember who i was i remember who i was i remember who i am.”

what’s the best way to die? easy. by never doing it in the first place.