Hot Air Balloon

With each passing moment,
Cells of my body die.
Every second, things are born and they die too.
Eventually, everything withers away.
Life is an unknown journey.
You’ll escalate up in the air like a hot air balloon and feel on the top of your own little world.
There comes a point when all air is exhausted and the descent begins.
Sometimes it’s a prolonged phase.
It’s not like immediate death from the gunshot, it’s like a slow painful death.

But, wait.

When winters have come, how can spring be far behind.

After all, death carves the way for new beginnings.