after getting my hair cut by my mom, i was at the round table browsing facebook as money was watching the knicks take on the hornets in the garden. i came across the status of a girl i went to middle school and high school with (she’s my age/grade) posting about her boyfriend. people may find sentimental posts annoying, but i like to read what lovers have to say about each other so i read it. apparently he had passed. all at the ripe age of 25. i did some creeping and went to his fb page. he died of brain cancer and found out he had a tumor on his brain less than a month ago. this is such an injustice to his life, his youth, and his future. i can’t fully explain how i feel, because it’s a hard concept to grasp. i think that’s where the universe fucked up: things aren’t fair. people are born just to die? that doesn’t sound right. crazy thing is he passed on the same night his benefit concert was taking place. as ironic as it is, the more life we experience, the more death we come in contact with.
it makes me look back and think; there has to be something more to life than life itself. there has to be.
-ratha, 8:49pm, 11.7.17