Death is inevitable. Some people fear it, some ask for it. Whether you fear it or not, it won't change the reality that you'll turn into ashes at the end of the day.
Some people don't like talking about death. It's like putting a gray cloud on the table turning the atmosphere into gloomy and melancholic. But we can't always keep it aside, like how we can't escape the call of the grave.
It's not based on age, not on gender, not on status – death doesn't have bias. As what I often hear from people, "If it's your time, it's your time."
Sometimes you'll just question the universe. You'll even question God for taking an important person in your life without any warning. Your heart will get broken and you'll feel like you've been betrayed. The most hurtful part is when you question God's love.
It's when you start questioning your trust and faith in Him. In your head, He's supposed to save everyone you love. You're not ready for a "no" so you cry like a kid asking your mom to buy that candy. But this time, it's a different kind of "no" this time you need to let go.
You're not ready to drown in your own tears. You're still holding on to their hands but they're slowly fading and finally they disappear from your eyes. It's like losing a part of your body, terrifying and a nightmare. You don't know if you can still continue, you don't know if you'll ever be happy again.
'Coz why do You need to take them away?
Rain
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HER JOURNAL
Non-ficțiuneIt includes real life situations and events. A glimpse of HER thoughts. Contains poems, quotes and prose. Welcome to HER world - a concoction of poetic sentiments and confessions drizzled with grayish clouds of chaos dusted with fragility and ardor.
