as i grow older, death becomes more inevitable. i begin to hear about demises and sickness, frightful situations that threatens. i fear the day it happens to me or the people around me. it's slowly but surely creepin closer and closer to my ears. when the day comes, i fear my threshold for such torture. as inevitable as it might be.
i have to move on.
i heard bout someone who went crazy and didnt speak at all after his wife died.
that's a frightful thought.
death. it's but a metaphor for all that has passed. it seems like a wild bushfire i cant tame. of relationships and ideals, of passions and health. i can only hope a phoenix rises from the ashes after.
i'm not sure if i'm makin sense.
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