A book questioned; do you think the sun ever gets tired of rising after it falls? And I do get that the sun in question is the person who has that big of an impact on someone. But again, so humane of a question. For someones, some things, that are so arbitrary we do have a lot of faith in the concept of someone writing a fate for us as if we matter. Are we not annihilated by thoughts? So extinguishable as creatures yet with such high hopes just to be known. Immortality is just your remembrance of whatever legacy you want to leave behind because ultimately death does come. As a shroud that takes you in an embrace, to a concept of either some place or as just rested. Gone. Lost. Changed. Mourning is how you stay tethered to love still. The grief and the pain belong to those who get left behind. Death has no meaning no reason. It is just an is and then was. There are no promises of something after, yet we base our life around it. In want of a heaven, we ...
It's another year; come and soon to be gone. not to be black mirror-ish but something very sinisterly fabricated all of this feels. (i just finished binge-watching the show) the way most of us feel the same thing, and then it's just its articulation on social media that manifests it and it comes true. I read this the other day on Twitter that 'this Monday felt the most Monday-ish' and then when I thought about it did indeed feel that way. as if the feeling had just been evoked and come true. like wishing on stars. does this writing have a mature feel to it? let be in on it in the comments if this is the type of content you'd want for future posts. I have recently come up with a weird problem. It's something related to covid. I had the asymptomatic type of it happen to me. my dad had it and then later I got the mild - a week loss of taste and then came Phantosmia! a repellingly disgusting disease... yes I asked god to give me a disease of sorts to help with my...