I never think before I jump...

The situation had grown worse. He didn't believe it possible. How much worse would things get before they could finally start to get better? Was there no end to this madness? For he finally realized that It's not that we have to quit this life one day, it's how many things we have to quit all at once: holding hands, hotel rooms, music, the physics of falling leaves, vanilla and jasmine, poppies, smiling, anthills, the color of the sky, coffee and cashmere, literature, sparks and subway trains. He realized that one day all of those things shall be gone. In a flash of a moment. As if nothing ever actually happened.