my biggest fear

an essay about death

I’ve died a lot this year.

was it me? was it who I thought I was? do I know what the difference is?

the burning away of the false self is the burning away of illusions.

to see truth is to die, too.
to know truth is to die, too.

and all of it, a little death.

“what are you willing to die for?” she asked.

with one hand on my heart, I said, “this.”

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