
(After experiencing a massive earthquake of 7.8 magnitude and numerous aftershocks,I wrote this article within the tent I was residing in.)
The ghosts of death are flirting with us. We are trying to run away from it. Every single inch of us still wants to live even though life has always been a tear machine.We try to live so hard. But every other day, we choose death to life, we choose beds to table, tv to real world. Is it only the death we are scared of or is it the absence of life? Is it the trauma calling death which makes our bones creek like a cascade or is it the fact that death is the final whistle.
I feel like I am writing...