It could be worse.

Have you ever considered death to be an easier option than the cruel reality we live in? Have you gotten to the point where you realise how much you hate your life? Constantly being told what's wrong with you and what's bad about you? Been told you're a horrible friend, sister, brother, daughter, son, girlfriend,…

Realisation

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Death.
Not the opposite of life.
But more the absence thereof.
Yet, personified, it lingers like a pungent aroma. A sweet smelling odour.

As time tends towards the positive infinity of reality,
it dawns that time is merely the slow,
burning catalyst that brings forward the
inevitability of death.

We therefore spend each and every single day of our living, dying.
And maybe that’s why we are in such a haste to grow and to live out our youth.
Because instinctively, we accept the predictability of our mortality.
And more so the unpredictability of its happening.

We understand that,
the more life we cram and congest,
into the time we are permitted,
the less dying we have left.

So we are willing to take risks.
Make mistakes.
To reach the mortal high. To fill a void.
But soon a Newtonian Eureka applies that every action has an equal and opposite…

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Numb

Laying on my bed in my room staring at the ceilings and it feels like the walls are closing in on me. I turn and stare at the clock, but it's closer than I remember, It triggers a thought, I could have sworn this space was bigger, The invisible hands of ice grip me, I…