lifeisafragilething

byNgaKiuHo

Life is a fragile thing; A beating heart, an unsteady pulse. Life is all about proportion. Life is short. Life is measured in flashes and moments, in seconds and instants. Sometimes it moves slowly. Sluggish and lethargic. Sometimes it moves swiftly like it’s trying desperately to catch up. But it’s always moving. And it runs out for everyone. If Life is a beating heart, Loss is a throbbing wound. Loss makes grief so much more evident, makes it hang thick in the air like smog, poisonous and suffocating. Loss is a vast ocean. A vast body of grief, flowing and messy with currents of sorrow.

It pounds against your chest. It catches you in the throat. It shreds your torso, creating gashes upon gashes

It makes every breath an agony. Loss is everywhere. It is coming for everyone.