On headstones, I stand


There came a time when I felt as though life did not need to know what I was thinking, that my thoughts were not as important as I gave them credit - that was when I stopped writing 

But I forgot, that writing has always been an escape for me, a means to flush out the melancholic, the erratic, the mundane and at times, the exiting currents that thrashed against the inside of my skull. 

As of late, the notion of death has been creeping its way slowly into my head, in things I can see and in things I cant. Its strange though, as last time I came face to face with death, I was knee deep in the Earth herself, six feet deep, lowering the body of a loved one - yet - for some odd reason, this time, she seems closer, more threatening than our last encounter

It is time, yet again, to make a few decisions based on the immense of death and  blissful oblivion that comes with her. 



- Muneeb 








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