Love of Death

We live to die

There is someone knocking on my door

I was on the sofa

The fact that there was someone at my door give me creeps because...

I leave alone 

I have few friends and I don't have neighbors

It's 3:28 am 

The knocking stops

I feel relieved 

I was on my way upstairs 

When the knocking starts again

It is louder than the 1st one

It stops as I hold the knob 

I opened the door 

To my surprise I saw the things I want in life combined into one

To fit-in

To be known 

To be accepted 

To be cared of

To feel the earth inside me

To grow flowers on my home

Yet, to have a quiet life. 

It was Death. 

Author's Note

Please gave me advice so I can do better next time