What it means to fly, what does it mean to die? What does it mean to say your last goodbye? The things we overlook the things we hate to see, but why is it still such a beautiful thing? Letting go having that last breath, your last look, your own death... Slowly closing off from all that you love, and slowly drifting to that place above.  How does it feel to not feel? How does it feel knowing it’s all real? How does one relate when you know you can’t? How can you stay when already left? How does it work and what does it mean? Finally letting your soul be free. Questions like how it happens when, where, and why?
Guess we will never know until we fly..