January has been a very busy month. On one hand I was running high on paroxysms of passion and on the other hand lost two dear ones to death in a span of twenty days. Life generally with me isn't about balance or neutrality; it's always swinging between two extremes.
Death isn't bad for the dead. It's the ones alive that dread death the most; literally and metaphorically speaking. The departed soul leaves behind mourners, who find it impossible to continue life, yet wouldn't want their own life to end.
A person dies every day. Similarly he/she is born everyday too. Depends what the person is inclined towards. A broken relationship, a rocky friendship, long lost lovers, friends, dreams; their end, ends a part of you.
Death of that part inside you is at times buried with them and at times it isn't. Later they come to haunt you unless you make peace with them, and making peace with them would mean finally letting them go and that’s too big a price to pay.
It's basically about opting between different levels of self-screwment. I usually go for the highest level.
For the ones departed, I hope and pray their souls rest in peace. If only you knew what gap you have left behind..
OVOT
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