That's not death. Death is cold and silent and empty. It doesn't hunger and devour, it embraces like an old friend, welcoming you into oblivion.
Madness string 7616
I miss seeing the beautiful feathers and colors of birds. Among many many other things. You don't often realize how beautiful the world is until you can't see it anymore. I get to live in the moment a lot more because of it, and appreciate the little things.