As a child, I thought life had a restart button once death appeared at your doorstep.

Young and naïve.

Selfish and foolish.

Lost and confused.

“Please end her suffering.” Was the last prayer I said to God.

Be it a recurring curse to anyone in my life who is in pain; they’ve all vanished.

I have many questions that will stay unanswered until the day my heart stops.

Who will pray for my own misfortunes to end? Will the reaper be waiting for their call? 

There’s a never ending of uncertainty in this world, like a whirlwind ready to sweep the unfortunate ones.

It’s an unknown departure knocking on your doorstep.