mortality

Death crept up and pinched my arm and I remembered my forgotten mortality. I remembered how miraculous it is that I breathe, that my heart beats and all the mechanics of the body go on working. I remembered that whether for the good or the bad I am conscious and I should be grateful that I am able to recognise the fact. I remembered the significance of the senses; cold toes, smell of smoke, grey of the sky, birdsong, sweet biscuits... I remembered how these things may be gone at anytime, how I may be gone at anytime, how my fragility is shrouded and disregarded.

How ever hard I try to remember these things they slip away, only to be brought back with the strangest feeling- the pinch of death, tinged vacuous and numbing

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