Please do not read into this. I wrote this in a really weird mood a while back and just read it again today. Think of it being published in the dying hours of 2016.
What happens when you die,
When the day means a little less, is that dying?
When the laughs are a little more forced, is that dying?
When the smile comes less often, is that dying?
When the desire to experience life lessens, is that dying?
When a sigh comes more often than a laugh, is that dying?
When a memory seems more important than now, is that dying?
When those around you laugh and you feel alone, is that dying?
What is dying but the lessening of life.
What is dying but the anticipation of the end.
To live is to experience. To die is the loss of experience.
What happens when you die, you lose the ability to experience.