Yesterday, I think I saw someone die. Not literally, but metaphorically, like you’d hear in a song or in a poem. Maybe they were already dead, but the fact remains that the last time I had seen them they were alive.
It was a strange experience. The waves that washed through me made the lunch difficult to digest.
Death comes before rebirth, of course, but I am shaken. What will happen? I must wait and see, but then what? It’s a huge burden to have over my heart for this upcoming week. Exciting, and dreadful.