There is no will.
To do anything.
No will to talk.
No will to smile.
No will to blink.
No will to even to get up and eat something.
I blink and breathe because it's an automated process, I have to do nothing, it happens on its own.
I just sit and stare in space.
Blink.
Breathe.
And wonder.
What the hell am I doing in office on a Saturday!
Until next time…
The wings have been clipped, the freedom has been curbed.
The bird has been caged, not a sound anyone heard.
All that remains as evidence of something that-once-was,
Is a free-falling feather, slowly flittering across.
It falls on the ground, gets soaked in the wet mud.
The epitome of the biggest breakage, and not even a thud.
A freedom lost, a spirit broken, a heart that's down in despair.
The world goes on, and so does life, for no one seems to care.
Until next time…
So I finally saw it.
I remember seeing the book at a bookstore years ago.
I remember wanting to read it, but never picking it up ever and actually reading it.
I remember seeing the promos of the movie when it released a few years later.
I remember wanting to watch it, but never buying tickets and actually watching it.
Because I have a death-phobia thingi.
What happens when someone dies? When that someone was your entire life. How do you move on? As Holly said, how do you breathe?
What do you when u lose the only thing that mattered in your life? The one that changed life as you knew it. The one who was irreplaceable.
The entire idea of someone dying on me freaks me out.
How, I mean how can life just go on?
News flash: it does.
Whether you like it or not, whether you want it to or not.
Someone told me that death is actually the destination that we're to get to after the journey called life. It is not the end, it is a beginning. Of another journey.
That's all fine when you're the person who died. But what if you're the one who's someone died. The one who got left behind? The one who still looks out for someone when she smells a certain food? The one those whose eyes moisten when she hears a certain song? The one who just can't breathe without a certain someone? The one who is left behind.
Alone.
There are a lot of people who lose someone in the blink of an eye. There are a lot of people who lost someone while you were reading this. Someone somewhere loses someone every second. There are a lot of people who are alone.
This is for all of them.
"The thing to remember is: If we're all alone, then we're together in that too." - Patricia in P.S. I Love You.
Until next time…
