the concept of Death is as solid as mist can get
We see it, we understand it but not completely
and just like mist we can never fully grasp it.
living is too.
It baffles me to this day
of how something
someone
so tangible
can spirit away
never to be seen or heard from ever again
There will be days where you will have things to talk about
with a specific person
only to remember that they are no longer around
You ought to think what they might think of the stories you have been saving
at the back pocket of your jeans.
It hurts not to be able to share things
with a person who is no longer around.
Their voices that were once a treble now have turned into a faint echo
only to be heard in the hollow hole that they have left in your heart
where their glow once stood
Their warm touch are now but a lingering sting on your skin
Seething pain that come and go with every memory that pass through
the tunnels of your cerebrum.
It’s unfair of those who have gone before us to be able to still see us
for them to spectate as the years, months, weeks, days, minutes, seconds pass.
but I recon it must be as painful for them as it is for us.
to be able to see loved ones, loved things and not be able to interact
and live life with them in the present.
But such as all things, this is merely but the passing of time.
and our time will come too.
and maybe then it might not be a goodbye but a sweet hello
as we peer into the void and see them at the other side
A joyous reunion
the concept of Death is as solid as mist can get
We see it, we understand it but not completely
and just like mist we can never fully grasp it.
but one day we will
only when we have crossed to the other side of the twilight.
You won’t be able to understand the rest of the story until you flip to the next page.