Tag: death

Dried up

Death is like a breakup. Leaves the survivors thirsty. Desires are confused with memories longing for a place to be. Something is incomplete. — Today I am mending my heart, knowing I’ll soon hand the keys of my family house to the buyers. I spent most of the afternoon inside this place where I grew up, collecting garbage to toss.…

Getting ready for my death

We never think about dying. We are living our days so busy about doing things – whose utility I would love to talk about for hours – and we think this is how will always be. Everything goes for granted. Health, wealth, house, job, whatever. People. But we are not cars, we are not furniture, we are anything permanent. We may…