Death is not a heart that's not beating.
Death is when you wake up in the morning and all you want to do is to wait for evening. It is when your favorite music doesn't make you dance in the kitchen; It is when you're in a museum and all you gotta do is stare at the ceiling.
Death is not an act of being dead.
Death is when you're living but feel nothing but emptiness; It is when you're not alone but feel loneliness.
Death is not a heart that's not beating—
—it is when you're alive but not living.
—M.M| What It Feels Like To Be Dead
[Photo: Mari Andrea Mandap]
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CHAOTIC MIND
PoetryEvery chaos inside my mind bleeds to a short poem. Here are some : ) Hope you enjoy reading!! - M.M