A million little deaths we die in our lives, yet we live on. The loss of a thing we loved, leaving a house, moving cities, countries, continents, the loss of words, the loss of a dream, the loss of friends. Each little death getting you closer the final chapter.
We are a million people each. A different person with each person you know, for each friend. When you lose a friend that person of you dies -worse is having to say goodbye... like self-smothering a part of you.
Friendship and its kind, have always been a mystery to me, elusive even. I've never been good at it. All my thoughts always imploding inwardly, only letting fallout little complainings till all is consumed.
This blog died a little death and perhaps it will die many times more. As for me after all these years, i finally know, it's not for me!
3 comments:
and like little death...there is little life...which comes with new but always brings back a bit of the old
Awaiting the phenomenal rise of Pheonix ... Now it is time to come out of slumbers.... Wake up!
death is too strong a word
you can say bends in path
perspective gives change of thought
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