Life is so fleeting, brittle.
Just one Death's blest to disappear.
His little body can really easily be crushed in hand, leaving something along the lines of mush.
Sometimes people are dramatically changing our personality. And this is starting to remind a brittle. little body.
And still everyone of us often think about death. Paradox?
He is a person who makes, that I am not falling apart, and without who I was too stupid to think about the collapse.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-HRa06KVA4