I Died by Words

an artistic exploration of death, misfortune and grief, which examines the inevitability of the end. death arrives on our veranda and plunges stillness and unforeseen aches upon our spines. rarely are we ever prepared for the surge of silence and turbulence that ruminates; however, immediate attention is paramount. without proper, perhaps adequate assessment, these short-lived effects can stain. death is merely a junction, a portal, an invitation to what we refer to as the abyss- a place that’s only shrouded in gloom and darkness because it hasn’t been explored. a slew of our most joyous chapters once lurked adjacent to turmoil. a celebration of the end grants room for a tranquil foray into tomorrow. this may feel eerie, it may even make your organs swell. this is unkind, daring and necessary.