And I don't know which one is better, to feel everything, each emotion at once or not feeling anything at all, because the former chokes me at once, but the later takes me ounce by ounce, each second, every minute, killing me every single day.Its hard to decide whether I shall burn in fire and turn myself into ashes or shall I get drowned in the sea, and go rigid, inch by inch, offering my life to each moment passing by.It must be beautiful, though. To see how life kisses you good bye, and to feel so empty yet so whole at once. It must be an amazing feeling. But with beauty resides pain, the pain of dying. The pain of going lifeless. The pain of leaving everything behind. But I know, I know that I would die a million times to see the beauty of death. After all, we're all living to die. Sooner or later, we'll all disappear.
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Kurzgeschichten// The Untold Stories. \\ " We're about the books we read, and the poems we love." - Kritika Banerjee. A collection of paragraphs, nanotales, poetry and thoughts from my journey. Highest Rank - #78 in short stories on 29/6/17 ...
