Martian Notes

What I am drowned with is this gigantic but soundless state of abnormality. The level of severity makes it laughable to be called as the “elephant in the room” and more appropriate as the “Titanic in the room”.

This shaky, homicidal Titanic is throwing passengers into the invasive abyss, as the wave of death pervades. Ironically strange though, dying passengers would or could not make a sound of wrath or wrench, or even speak their last word. Death takes them gradually, as tomorrow is another day closer to the end.

Barely living or pre-dying in the masses, I feel like sinking into the unfathomable, deep sea; breathing or thinking is precipitously out of grasp. When the truth of living is harsh than one can bear, may the quite sweetness of death be the savior.

Life is ephemeral and eternal, too short for relish and too long for agony. We will return to stars that travel light years in the endless cosmos to sparkle just once in the azure sky. Dust will be thrown upon us while we rest in the lasting silence. One is all alone in the end.