the art of ending

You and I are in a sorry state of mind. It's like we're trying to do and say too many things, all at once, at the same time without knowing how and when and where to start. We have been too absorbed with the Self that we no longer have the grasp of what's essential. The stubbornness and the solitude turned us brown, withered and worse, mediocre. The landscape on which we tread on has been restructured. To cope and adapt is paramount; involvement is necessary. However, like most, to get a fresh start, we must first decompress, then declutter and finally, die, even for just a short while.

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For in every parting there is death, let our return be like heaven to us both.