(The skies are still blue and the clouds still hang above, but the wind tastes a bit salty. Like the sea, or maybe tears. People still pass you by, and the little sparrows still sing. And I listen to the temple bells ringing to the dance that never ends. Another one, another one, another one.)
Denial is the mind not catching up with the heart.
Days would suddenly seem like the darkest hours while nights might comfort.
Daffodils start growing beneath your ribcage.
Disappearance can be in more ways than one – emotional, psychological, presence and physical.
Dreaming becomes unwanted reminders.
Death pauses more than one life.