My Dead Vase

They were terrified of dying, wanted to do a lot more in this world, and had dreams. Time was deficient to them. They wished to lose themselves, their personality, body, memories, and earthly pleasures.

On the other hand, they wanted to keep going, to feed their relationship with this dark world to which their body was linked.

They were decisive. They shaped their tomb from the clay of this world with their own hands. They thought they would give up on this fear, yet they were mistaken. Later, there was a solid form before their eyes that reminded them of death each day. They expected death forever. They suffered in despair all by themselves day by day.