המתת השור

The more i think about it, the more i feel that we are emotional animals
the emotional room an individual takes within you either filling you totally or partly...
but how can one measure such an essence
but only if this presence is absent.
death is a punishement not necesseraly because you cease to die but because you cease to live
then again, the renmants of the other's self never leaves you...some of them haunts you like speaking gosts inside the mind.
it is not about the absence of love that i am writing about tonight

more probably so
of the void created by a soul, a presence, a warmth, a protection, a flame never to hover around you again

more to follow