death arrives today.
like any other day, the sky is a faint blue with puff of white clouds hovering within. the trees are green and lively, the birds singing that same ole' song in that monotonous chirp. the blooming flowers are radiant and there is a gentle breeze that sweeps across the grass like how you ruffle a boy's hair. and there's nothing amiss about the urgent ringing of the phone because today is like any other day.
death strikes today.
into the hearts of those who loved the dead-like a hammer's blow-shattering the strongest defenses. and like a running tap, the tears flow and hang loosely by the sides of the chin. they sway, shake and the droplets give in to gravity. silent screams of protest echo in the hearts. the denial of fact is useless- what good is it to reviving the dead?- but nevertheless, they shout to the dead and bid farewell.
few days after the celebration of a coming of age and now the mourning of death. how ironic. how fucking ironic.
wa...a baby?
ReplyDeleterestrain ur grief =(
so deep 1...
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