you know how,
some day
our hearts will stop beating
finishing our journey to see the ending?
you are dying
constantly
every second you live
and there is a mysterious beauty
in the sense that
living is just a process of dying
sure, maybe we are never truly dead
but if thats the case,
we were never truly alive in the first place
these are not words to mourn
my dying insides
but rather
a tribute
to the beauty of never truly being alive
and living while dying at the same time