The end

Death is certain. One day, someday we’ll have to departure ourselves from this world. That’s the truth and it’s not bitter when you think of your own or you put yourself on that very image of you in that deathbed of yours. It hurts when you start losing someone who you love and wish to caress for the rest of your life goes by. The sorrow that we have in our life , closed up in a case, trying to hide it from the rest of the world is just insane. Everytime we close our eyes we see them. They aren’t here but they are indeed. Nothing has changed to be honest. The carpets, and the drapes, those shoe racks and the bed, they seem to be at the same place. The only thing that’s been missing is the feeling, the emotion that once used to rush within me with hope, happiness, and feeling protected by has been deemed. Stressful it is to feel nothing by feeling everything. Saying that, though we seem to be too advanced, too modern, too enlightened but still it’s too much pain , too much of sorrow to see someone leave and finding that you won’t even get a closure; a last goodbye. Rest in peace.