Silently watching, ever creeping, and leaving tears dripping, tears which cannot be seen but felt on the inside. No one knows except the person feeling it, leaving traces of a fragmented and shattered existence here and there. People will see the signs and not know, they see a smile and not bother to confirm if the smile is fake or not.

In the silence of the heart, the man bleeds, trying to hold on, a mission some will most definitely fail. Every part of such existence feels oppressed. Death, like an old friend it seems, an endless of unwanted entanglement, a romance and a love triangle forbidden between life, existence and death. The will reflects backwards, towards nonexistence and we wonder why we should even go on.

At the end, valor might seem overrated, the soul of man ponders about its existence right from its creation to the vast realm of eternity. We wonder and ponder as men until we move into the great yonder. We become memories, feint heartbeats, till the heart beats no more. We realize it is not about how the man in the shell died, it is what he would be remembered for.

Battling the inner demons of depression, the man keeps a smile, a smile that sadly, those closest to him won’t see, those from him might. It is like a battle, to continue fighting each day knowing that you only have to anticipate a better day, or to give up and it all goes away within a matter of seconds and we leave behind a world of pain for those around us. We just have to pause for a second and ask one beautiful question; what is the difference between and existing?

By the time we get old, we discover that we have lived a significant portion of our lives for someone else; be it a child or children, our partners, family, friends and most times pursuing our own personal agendas. The failure of such inactions won’t be known till the end, when nothing else matters…nothing else but getting rid of nothing and everything.

People say they feel pain, they say they are hurt, broken and so many other things. Pause for a second and realize that the person beside you might be more hurt. Sure a bullet wound is nothing compared to the pain of losing your complete limbs, but remember that each person has a different way of processing hurts and a lot of factors come into play. Just because more has happened to you doesn’t mean that you are hurting more.

The person who might be screaming right in front of you might never get noticed. As I conclude, watching the cursor pulse in front of me, asking me a subconscious question of whether or not I want to add more characters, I simply look at the cursor back and say what the Arya Stark in the game of thrones series was told to say to the death god…I say to it “Not today”

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