Sipsworth

by Simon Van Booy

Each day was an impersonation of the one before with only a slight shuffle⁠—as

Samd asz every day

Everyone she has ever loved or wanted to love is gone, and behind a veil of fear she wishes to be where they are.

Left behind

Those who in life had held back in matters of love would end in bitterness.

Regret

And herein lies the cruel paradox of human existence⁠—not that you die, but that all happiness eventually turns against you.

Memories bring joy and pain

“The only consolation of being the last to go,” she admits, “is knowing the people you loved the most won’t suffer the way you do in their absence.”

Missing people

as animals are really just children that never grow up.

Lovely thought