A sea of grief and unspoken words,
White glazed marble haze
Gleaming starkly in the sunlight,
As ghosts shimmer in the swaying skyline.
As sadness emanates from every inch of stone.
A dead silence only known
By that many living souls.
Glimpses of faces, polished in pale,
Over shoulders and avoided stares,
Distance never to broken again
And hearts never to be saved.
It takes a while to fill a grave.
There are no words,
And no good way to start.
There’s no good way to end.
“Killing time is getting old, I wanna go, I wanna go and darling, I’ve been cold.” – Silences
For always, I’ve been worried about death. To just… disappear like that? No one will ever be able to know just who you were. Your history and experiences are recorded nowhere. All of the thoughts you’ve thought, all of your feelings… they’re just gone. Never to be seen again.
Sure, your family will remember you, and your friends. But you won’t exist anymore. Ever.
It’s scary. Here I am, a living, breathing human being. And in seconds, I can be gone, along with everything I feel inside. And just like that, I’ll never be able to talk to anyone again, I’ll never see another person, I’ll never hug anyone, and I’ll never get to experience new things. Suddenly the latest conversation I had with every person will be the last.
I’m not conceited enough to think that the world will be any different without me. If I die, I’ll just die. Simple. I want someone to tell me that the world will be a less good place without me in it. That I’m important, that I’m worth something. I try to spread goodness around me, and I try to make a positive imprint. I write down my feelings so that they can’t be lost. I save pieces of things that mean something to me. I don’t want to disappear. But I don’t have a choice in the matter, not really.
I’m not going to end my own life. That’s not what all these thoughts about death are about. It’s about the opposite: I don’t want to die. Because then I won’t be alive anymore.
Oblivion is calling out your name. -Oblivion, Bastille