Death is never easy. Loss is never acceptable. What we don't realize, is that, even in all its inevitability, death hits us harder than life. It doesn't matter even if we knew about it in advance. No amount of knowing, can prepare you for something so permanently soul-punching.. it pulls away the ground beneath you and you're left with all the pieces of your torn up heart. And you don't even feel like piecing them back together anymore. Suddenly everything seems so trivial and worthless. The word "Hope" doesn't exist. It seems like more of a sick joke than something that could actually relieve the pain and emptiness within. Nothing can. Not for a long time. And right now, that feels like forever. Or atleast until you die, and then, it'll atleast be all over, right? That is, until that pain passes on to someone else.
