Life seems great and I feel rather happy. A lot of things are to my liking and everything has gone well so far. There is but one disaster about to strike and even that doesn't really bother me for now. I can do things I enjoy doing. I'm in control.... I think I will meet people, that I really want to meet, more often from now on. I have time to spend... time in elysium. I think the best years of my life lay ahead...
Today, on the bus, as I was headed for town, I saw a man of venerable age. His hair was white, his skin rough and dried up, he wore clothes only old people wear.. and his eyes... his eyes were those of a deceased one. Grey, inconspicuous - not a bit of life nor shine did these eyes have...
He looked at me with his vision clouded, like through a haze really, and I just looked back at him and thought: "Death is beautiful..."
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