Isn't it strange?
How we often notice people around us too,
Properly after they die.
While they live their lives,
They go unnoticable to our eyes,
But after their death, we feel their absence.
How true is this line,
"Death touches the spring of common humanity"
How ironical it is to say that death of someone actually brings alive feelings for them.
Sometimes some things hit quite hard,
You cry for someone whom you knew a lot,
When they leave forever,
And wish they never left.
But for the one whom you never knew,
Or even if you hated,
The news of their death,
Brings a different sense of feelings for them,
Isn't it deeply and unbelievably true?
(Inspired by An Angel is Disguise by T.S.Arthur)
