Death. The word alone holds some sort of strength that paralyzes people into deep thought. A strength that can pull one out of whatever mood they're in and plunge them into a whirlwind of feelings and thoughts. And they're mainly thoughts about ones own mortality or feelings for loved ones long passed. One word can do so much to everyone.
And the act of death, well thats much much harder. The aftermath of ones passing manifests the whirlwind of thoughts and feelings into reality. Its no longer in ones head. More real is mortality. Heightened are ones emotions. The whirlwind consumes all. When does one get out of it? When does the whirlwind die out? Does it end? Or does one just learn to live with it, and that it never ends? Instead does the whirlwind stay a reality? Does one continue their breathing days with the storm that is outside?
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