Death.

After work I decided to go to the mall. Yes I'm aware that it this is an American term and as I am not American I should not be using it but I think it sounds prettier. So. I'm at the mall and I'm wandering around listening to Leonard Cohen feeling 'the sad blues' and 'the mean reds' at the same time. I try on about a million and two dresses while the shop assistant stands outside the door and calls out annoyingly every seconds. Well I know she's just doing her job. Eventually I unlock the door and she jumps at me. "How did you go, how did you like them?, they're so pretty aren't they?, I just love them..." I stare blankly at her and I throw her the dresses, tell her they're not for me and I saunter out, feeling dejected and basically like...crap.
I then buy a regular Chai Latte and wait for the train. I consume skittles (because there is a rainbow in every bite?) and try to read my book but my mind won't quiet down. The train arrives after 15 minutes or so and suddenly I'm sitting there, looking at everyone around me. I can't help but stare. As I stare I think "You're going to die someday" and I am saddened by that thought. Morbid maybe but it is true.
They will die.
Everyone will die.

"And death is old but it's always new"