Sometimes, no matter how much we try to blend with the materialistic world, we do capitulate to feelings and emotions. After-all, we are humans and not machines. Reading and music is therapeutic at times. well, at-least for me, it is. It is peaceful. I like to read short stories, vaudeville, fiction, fantasy and so on. I grew up counting the fan mails my mom would receive for each and every article/story/poem she wrote. I always read articles/blogs that my mom has written and somehow I like them so much that I keep reading them again and again. Recently I came across a haiku and it was very meaningful. So much of thought has been put into it. It is called a slaking song . I also noticed that some writers keep writing about death a lot. Every story ends in death. Writing that she shot him, he shot her, she committed suicide, he fell off a tower, he/she had cancer and making others around you die, little do these people think about their own death, they never think about...
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