Death may be unfair, brutal, unexpected, prepared, arranged, understandable, justified. At the end of the day we all die, but we all know that.
The dementia of this world has turned us, souls into something apathetic. Mustn't we value our life instead?
Death, a word so present that for the first time it is tearing my heart apart. I learnt to live with death as a strength so what is it that is changing.
Leaving, breaking, falling, dying, closing, shutting, shooting ... that's the world of today. Destruction of the soul and the materiality of the body substance.
Somebody died, and yet it is not the end of the world.
I've known death before even becoming alive. Yet it was not the end, but a beginning, planned in a different way.