Decaying. Decaying is something that happens to all of us. After death, or after love.…or after you break up and that's you in the back of his brain. Decomposition. That could be your vegetable scraps from the pasta you made for him that he never ate because he refused to admit he wanted you back just as much as you wanted him.

Decaying embodies a boat of emotions. Heartbreak, depression, agony, loneliness, emptiness. The list goes on and on. Think about that decaying building on the road we all see on our way to school. The one with shattered windows, and no roof. That one place that really mirrors your brain, messy. Untidy. That building is decaying. Just like our hearts, our world. The feelings are all mutual. It all leads back to decay. If not your heart, your brain. If not your body, your soul.

Those unread messages you sent hours if not days ago. It doesn’t matter anymore because everyday feels the same. He was your first love. You were his 9/10. That's what decaying feels like. Rotting from your core. Inside, then out. Eating you alive like mold on the food you forgot to throw out because the food, alongside you, was rotting. From the inside, then out.

The flowers you never gave to your mother for mothers day. They’re decaying. On your kitchen counter. Why? Because you finally realized she wasn’t worthy of them in the first place. Yeah. And that expired makeup palette from 2016? You still wear that neon pink eyeshadow, not because you like it. Because it reminds you of her. Your first real friend. But she never thought of you like that. She was your first real friend. You were her 1 of many.

Conclusion. Decaying doesn’t just happen to dead people. It could be your heart, your last relationship, those flowers, that building. It’s a feeling you will experience some time in your life. Just like depression, just like loneliness. For some people, it's an emotion that stays in your head rent free. It’s not going anywhere. Sometimes it will be in the back of your brain, it’ll acknowledge you, you’ll acknowledge it. Decaying. It’s just another emotion that lacks contentment.

written by: Zaza R.