Living life

 I'll never see you again. It's one of the sadness' of life.

We have our moment up on the conveyer belt that is life. Those who get on before us, leave before us. But, we're like the ducks at the shooting gallery, while we are up on that conveyer belt, so it is not only those that come before us who are promised to leave first.

Disease, accident, war. By their own hands.

Empty spaces. Black holes in reality. Shadows where people used to be. Gone forever, beautiful friends and people we have loved more than life itself. Nothings going to change it. Finite. Inescapable. Unchangeable.

Hold your breath until you are blue in the face and it won't change.