by KopaLeo
Everyone I love is gonna die
And I will die as well.
I think about this before I sleep
And’ve since I was a foal.
In my life I won’t make a difference
In my death I won’t be missed.
Will I be granted some sort of afterlife
Or will I just cease to exist?
Crywank - Memento Mori
I am always aware of death looming. Recently I’ve been aware of it a lot more than usual, and I’m constantly in sad existentialism mood.
Last Friday (11-24) Artline and I went to Crywank’s concert. She had a great time, though I did not. It was very loud and I tried to cope with it by ponifying everything, from the crowd of humans bouncing up and down to my own skin and hair, everything was ponified.
She considered it one of the best moments in her life. The big difference between our feelings makes me sad. I hope it did not disappoint her when I covered my ears to make it quieter.
This is my favorite song from all the songs I’ve heard from this band, slightly modified to fit the story of Cosmia and Artline. Artline always believed in afterlife and souls, but Cosmia didn’t, so she was greatly surprised when she found herself in Luna’s embrace.