Notes On Grief: Part 1

Unlike the apple on my table, which will start rotting in the next few days. Grief remains raw like a fresh wound. The wound does not heal with time it becomes something else, something without a shape, size, or smell. It becomes everything and keeps changing its form with each passing day.Grief can bean empty chairmessy bedstained mirrorcigarette butsempty packets of chipsAmy Winehouse songsunread messagesMonsoon rainsBelow average poemsA splitting headacheand nothing.General Laws of physics don't apply to grief, time has no effect on it.Grief is a cage and which just gets bigger with time.We just get used to it, like an apple on a table.