Death. A concept which can be explained in a few simple words; when a life is no more.
But what do they mean, these handful of words?A person loved by someone, with lips that smiled when you said something funny, with eyes that held whatever pain life brought them, the same eyes through which joy used to seep, the very same eyes that used to glare, and also shed tears.
An individual with ears that used to listen, listen to you as you talked for hours, someone who heard the birds chirp at dawn, the cars as they sped by and the unvarying chatter that took place everyday.
A mortal who used to talk, about random things that their thoughts fashioned, stuff that they tried to piece together in their head.
A mind worth the explosion of a million stars, a galaxy painted with crimson and sapphire hues, sprawled with shades of coral, with each thought, every memory orbiting their own fate.
A soul with a beating heart, a heart full of passion, satiated with love. A body with blood coursing through its veins, a warm being you might seek the comfort of winters, and a life that was a safe haven for many.
So when death approaches someone, it means within the blink of an eye, everything that makes a person who they are leaves this world for eternity. In a flash, the warmth, the comfort, the ruminations, the familiar voice that you're so used to are gone, never to be felt, seen, or heard again for as long as you live.
What you see is a cold, numb body. Just a body, with a face that is familiar, with hands that held you once, with eyes that you keep waiting for to open and a mouth to crave to hear talking again.
Death of someone dear to us, takes a part of us that was attached to them with it, ripping it out of hearts and leaving us in agony.
To me that is what death is, when a soul full of love and life, pain and sorrow, suddenly departs from our lives and this world forever without bidding farewell, to move on to the next chapter as they leave us alone to deal with the gaping hole in our hearts.
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Just Another Diary
Non-FictionThis isn't a story. It's a collection of thoughts, thoughts I'm sure all teens go through.