LIMERANCE WITH DEATH
LIMERANCE WITH DEATH there is no sentimental value of your melancholia if we can`t sell it, it becomes vain , like most of us, humans , after all, whose end is certain , in death, but what is uncertain , is the state of our perishability , most of us , perish in the most unspectacular ways possible, unknowingly little did we know, that some of us perish subtly , knowing , our ends & very few of us , perish , accepting , that with our ends , there would be no contrast in any one of us , after all sand , dirt & dust , would be our last three companions, green grass would be our cherished bed to undisturbed sleep bugs & ants , would make a wholesome meal that night, gods & devil , would dine well, reckoning the burden of one less body, & that death would not look fearful anymore, but certainly does look now, death would be our friend perishability is our ever more state, where all of us , exist, simultaneously, continuously , inherently, the second we take birth, death...
