The end.

Death is heavy. And when death occurs unexpectedly, the weight that it carries is stronger than gravity. It pulls me down until I sink into the ground, hands pressed against my head. Life is already delicate, subject to unfortunate accidents and the biological clock. But when it is forcibly ripped away, it physically tears those who were closest, leaving shreds of unkept promises or unfulfilled dreams that haunt the mourning mortal. News plays on the same screen as fictional characters being slain; desensitization numbs our brains until we get torn apart. My desire is that these cycles of coping with survivor's guilt and fervent activism results in a world where the only deaths that take place are peaceful.