Life corrodes in different ways.
Sometimes, as the sun sets in the sea, the waves looks as if life has turned rusty. Life can be also turn rusty up on my roof, when the old night light dies away showing all its skeletons to the sun.
Life is indeed a decay when I see people dying away in drugs and alcohol and as the world around keeps walking.
Life corrodes in different ways: as a natural process and as an intentional process.
Is it all in our control?
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