death and all his friends
I've been told that choosing to die before your appointed time lands you in the pits of hell without trial, or leaves you on the ghostly plane, destined to roam the earth forever.
I think about this often, and whenever I find the courage to take a leap and fly, it holds me in place. I suppose the risk outweighs the reward. How tragic it would be to have to live forever, when the greatest gift from life is that it is only temporary.
The aching regrets, the windows to a past wishing to be repeated, the deep yearning for you that's pulling my heart apart; it is only temporary.