Such a strange concept death is.
One minute you are there, functioning as a part of the world. And the next minute you just cease to exist. But your body is left behind, and tries to leave but is slower than you. It decomposes little by little. The colour changes like a changing season. You never guess whose changing of colour would affect you. You spend hours of your life contemplating death of people you know, and being sad about it. But some person whose death wasn't even a passing thought in my mind, causes so much havoc in my life. Death is a strange thing. Life is way stranger.
(Rumbling thoughts from 2023)
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