When someone dies

I am reawakened to life. It’s shortness. It’s fickleness. It’s no care attitude.

Who was I yesterday? Coasting along. Throwing away minutes and hours as if there is a surplus to shed.

Sometimes death pulls at the bootstraps. Better do something before it’s too late.

And then it fades until someone else goes.


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