We don’t talk about the fallen, because they had, fallen, and we’re still, standing here! We don’t talk about the fallen, there’s, NO point, in ruminating what’s, already happened, sorting over the D-E-A-D, we can’t, let them, take us down, after all, we’re, still, here, aren’t we?
We don’t talk about the fallen, those who’d fallen, are immediately, forgotten, because that, is how we’re, socialized, to behave toward those that are, already gone. We don’t talk about the fallen, there’s no point, it’s not like talking about them will bring them back to life somehow, as love is an, irreversible, process…
We don’t talk about the fallen, that’s just not what we do here, we grieve separately on our own, in our own, secrecy, of what’s been taken from us, and as the daylight comes, we all, paint on those, bright, shiny smiles, ready, to go out into the world.
We don’t talk about the fallen, because we fear getting dragged down by them, as the fallen always, had that, tightened grip on those who are, left behind. You’d, heard of those stories of hauntings, haven’t you??? And do you NOT know, how those horror tales, end? Exactly.
We don’t talk about the fallen, the moment we lay them in the ground, that was that, it’s, over, no need to talk about the D-E-A-D, they’re, buried for good!