Now, they’re still there

In the back of my head is this recurring thought, that all this here is temporary. There will come a day when the bodies, those beautiful bundles of joy, around us will breathe no more.

As with anything, you will cope with it, you will even cope with going into a lifeless stage yourself but the thought remains. Everything is in a state of flow, and I do not know what is meaningful to do.

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Erwin Flaming

I love people!