<font color="purple">Although it's a bit more implied in a few of my posts then outwardly spoken, I, have quite a dit of death anxiety. Infact, anything really related to death can trigger this obsession. Normaly, it's just really upsetting or uncomfortable (only on two occations that i recall that the thought of death, and what lays beyond it had made me unable to really finction- and they were both right before I was trying to go to sleep)

In any case, tonight, over at mothers, we had a long (and spiritual) chat.

And for a fleeting moment, I am at peace.
For a fleeting moment, I have come to realise that death is not the end of life.
For a fleeting moment I have grasped a feeling of faith that I have not felt in god-knows-how-long, and should I ever lose it, who knows how long it will take before I gain it again.

It truely is a wonderful thing- I am not happy really, just kind of quietly content, which feels nice for change...a good break from the normal chaos that goes through my head. </font>

[nowheretorun]

sounds very peaceful Kaika... quiet treasures ... thank you...

It is wonderful that you have found that moment in your life. It is something many of us do not know how to find anymore. I am happy for you.