We are afraid of change.
Change that means disease.
We are afraid of dying.
So much fond of being alive.
That we fail to see what we see.
From the first day we were born.
We were dying.
I am so afraid.
Because I just realized.
I so much love change…
(Why can’t I not accept that I was always alive?)
Looking at the screen.
Thinking of other things.
Work. Playing outside.
A child.
A smiling wife.
Youth lost.
Christmas along with grandpa in an old house.
Dreams shattered.
Dreams dreamt while standing still.
Old friends long gone.
“Where is my spreadsheet?! Are we good yet?”
Yes sir…
I was just staring at the screen…
A star died.
Billions of years ago.
A small speck of light in the sky.
Nothing to see.
Oh, I am so tired.
Let me turn on the TV…
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