One day with a snap you will lose everything, not a loss which can be recovered, a loss that will bury with you , that will burn with you.
and like always you will know it will come, you will know you have to bear that pain in you but you can never let it go, you will always wait for it to
come and pass but it will never pass it will stay in you
like a moment replaying infinity times, never ending, never dying.
You will lose every moment of everything with them and all you can do is nothing
but watch them go.
You can only call their name and they will never answer. the pain of seeing them go will rot you from inside.
It is the worst you can get of life and life gives you that.
Then you will get a shoulder to cry, the one you always wanted but this time it also would be less, unbearable.
Your senses might loose the importance of this world but their belongings will means everything to you and that last hug becomes your
favourite, never leaving your body.
At last here goes everything in the ashes. All which is left is your hollow cries. There is guilt which builds inside you that
you could have made
something different maybe your words, your actions, your silence or your absence would have made somethings different.
It takes everything from you and leave
you with questions and the answers which will never satisfy you.
Death has an remarkable mark on you it open up your senses, make you feel what you have never felt, make you go to the paths you have never taken.
It makes you miserable but true to yourself , make you sound brutal but honest . You know that time was honest to you, you just need to realise and before you do they are long gone.
The good impact is, death makes you realise to really take people seriously, the one you care about and the one who care about you. A tragedy with moral impact. Regardless of this
realisation, humans do take others for granted.
how can you not value someone's time when you know there's is limited too like yours. And we cry and regret when their time is over. Is there a better way to be fools?
Cry, mourn and forget. This is what we do but sadly! some are not good with forget part, better way to be humane right?. People need to be meaningful about the forget part.
They should fight harder for the rememberance of the ones they have lost, for proof of their existence since they have very few lovely relations. Afterall humans are not
very good in keeping lovable relation with many.
At the end its all about seeing value in the person you are fighting for. The misogyny is they don't do it for the value, they do it to fill their own pride with boost of the worldly words
which leave them with goofy pride but yes! it all vanishes with the utterly realization they have now, or maybe they never realise. All end up with their own death.
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