He was touched by death. not knowing when it will happen or where. looking or that moment kept him trapped inside. having to show he cared for them. His life was swirling. that blade shined like a thousand stars. He cried wanting to put an end to it. give up on himself. holding on to his life. No help from friends or family. all alone with that blade dripping of blood. death didn’t kill him. it was the bliss world that he called home.