on death.

i fear death not because of leaving but because of what i will leave behind— people who i have met in my life having to deal with me leaving just as how i have dealt with people in MY life leaving.
i fear getting close to people because i will have to endure the process of getting over someone's departure. even though i have been proven to be dispensable at many points in my life, there are some people's lives you just won't quit.
and what happens after you leave? all those things they claim so permanent are in fact, so impermanent. in the thick of it all, how much do you miss and how much do you remember?