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Why life is like one big hangover

A loss equals
An empty space.
A gap in the shape of a lost child.
A parent looking down on you from another world.
A friend who isn’t anymore.
The spouse too far away to reach.
A book whose last line has been written.
It sounds so final, as if it were the last nail in the coffin.
You no longer recognise yourself, the hollows under your eyes belong to someone else.
You notice the shape of your fingernails for the first time in days, the greying roots of your hair, the wrinkles, which are your new best friend.
And, there’s nothing inside.
You are spent, purged, done. Finished

You dont even realise you are in mourning, till you see your face in the mirror and see the downward dog of your lips.
There is a space in your timeline, which can no longer be filled.
You see life stare you in the face, and you wish for death.
That’s the truth isn’t it?
But you know you have to go on.
One word, one step at a time, you built that world and now it won’t let you go.
Life is like one big hangover. You spend all your time, forcing yourself to do something, and when finally you breakthrough its time to retreat.
Or perhaps its just you who will not bend anymore.
Knowing full well, if you don’t compromise you will be snapped.
And yet you reach a stage when you know, all you can be is… You.

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