I believe, coming to terms with Death is anyone's biggest achievement.
Letting go, releasing, moving on...
No, people aren't the only things that die.
A habit, an impulse, a dream or someone's car crashing into the shape of a matchbox. It's all death.
And as morbid as it is, it puts life into perspective.
The meaning of all that exists in either flesh, or in circumstance, becomes crystal clear.
Why are we here? What is the use of all this drama? Why do we thrive on tragedy? Why must it be so fucking hard? And why on earth does life only get harder to cope with? Why is youth wasted on the young? And why are most old people bitter?
One instance of Death. And you get your answers. At least temporarily.
Right Now
It feels like Death.
It feels like two lifetimes have passed.
It feels like the beginning and the end.
Maybe some answers are on their way...
Or Maybe more Death.
'Everything I touched was golden
Everything I loved got broken
On the Road To Mandalay <3 a="">
Every mistake I've ever made
Has been rehashed and then replayed
As I got lost along the way'
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