• whitewings 11w

    The sweaty palms, the snoring,
    loud peculiar laughter,
    the annoying sound made while chewing...
    they wrap it all up...
    first in skin
    and then in a casket.
    So many stories,
    so many memories...
    a childhood, an adolescence,
    lonely nights unseen,
    struggles to establish a legacy...
    they wrap it all up silently.
    When a person is gone,
    so many things are lost.
    An entire library is either burnt or buried.
    And the ashes float in the cosmos...
    lightweight, free...
    for eternity.

    ©whitewings