What happen when people die?
I am intrigued with the question.
It has haunted my loving spirit, breached the walls I kept solid all these years.
Why should I care what happens when people die until I am alive.
Why do we need to be associated with anyone?
Why can't we not be alone and sufficient?
Why can't alone be happy?
To be true , I am angry today.
I want to die.
Not die literally but I want to kill all my thoughts which constitutes me . Metaphorical death is what I want.
Safe. Secured. No one will know that someone died.
Remember Augustus Water's cigarette, the high metaphor!
I want my thoughts to die that death.
I want to know how does it feel to cut all the strings. The chain of thoughts killing all your instincts.
Don't worry ,I won't do any self-harm.
I am not that brave neither I have that grace to cover it.
But seriously tell me what happens when the thoughts die?
Does it hurt as much as it hurts to lose people? Is death worse than sudden disappearance?
I hope so it is.
Well. Lets. Just . Stop. Here.