5.2.2025
If I slit a nerve and lay on the floor, soon enough I will go in mystery and dark.
My skin will wrinkle in a day or two and I will wait motionless till the 'me' that is no more. The flesh and bone, which I called me was so fragile that it collapsed like a sand castle.
And if soul exist, then where does it go next?
A body that it left was nothing more than a matter, doomed to vacate space that it had taken. But the years that it lived, books that it read,conversations that it had......
All those days that turned into nights and thoughts and emotions which lingered and grew giant, so does a torn nerve and a pool of red washes away all that it had?
It feels like there's more to it, a veil covering a window big, keeping secrets and ignorance wide.
My skin will wrinkle in a day or two and I will wait motionless till the 'me' that is no more. The flesh and bone, which I called me was so fragile that it collapsed like a sand castle.
And if soul exist, then where does it go next?
A body that it left was nothing more than a matter, doomed to vacate space that it had taken. But the years that it lived, books that it read,conversations that it had......
All those days that turned into nights and thoughts and emotions which lingered and grew giant, so does a torn nerve and a pool of red washes away all that it had?
It feels like there's more to it, a veil covering a window big, keeping secrets and ignorance wide.
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