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…
Tag: death
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Afraid of life…
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?)
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Bees…
What a strange world.
Humans dying.
Humans playing.
Bees playing as well.
Humans being born.
A child laughing.
An old man crying.
Does the bumble bee feel sorrow when it does die?
What is it so special about play that makes us smile inside the void of existence? Meaningless things. In a meaningless world. Indicating that there is something meaningful. But somehow far away from where we look.
Dad!
The ball!
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