The hugs. More frequent and longer.
The kisses. Many but fleeting.
Everyone seems a bit on edge.
Death, or rather, the anticipation of death, makes us look at things from different angles.
Abandonment. Loss. Pain.
Petty life matters seem overly trivial.
Every touch is new yet seems like the last.
But appreciation is still hard to see. Still hidden. Still afraid.
We know we can't keep running. Yet we never give in. Never surrender. Never stop trying to escape it's strong choke-hold.
I'm afraid.
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