Haiku

I mean wow, this poem is deep. So many little words but so much impact. I picture monks. I picture monks that just got out right, and now they're going to party. The prefect evening.

Loss.

To lose someone dear to me, I didn't know how to act. I was angry. I was sad. My body just shutdown, and I didn't want to do anything. I didn't think. I didn't eat. All I did was sleep and feel tired all day and didn't feel motivated to do anything. Just, a complete shutdown happens. But afterwards, you learn to forget. Sometimes the pain stays in your heart, but for the most part you learn to forget and do things that make you happy. "Do cool shit". - Miki Agrawal