Refill??

Today, I was completing some writing work...and the pen's refill went out.
Why do we call it a refill if it is never refilled in the first place? It always goes on emptying gradually.
Life is nothing more than a refill of a ball point pen.
One day...we will reach at the bottom....over the ball of the pen....beyond which there will be infinitely long page....DEATH....and the words over the page will be the graveyard.
May be my grave will be just worth a full stop...or a semicolon.
Or even a word maybe....
God's just writing...sitting up there somewhere..far away from our reach...where physics is just a toy....and gravity...I dont know..never went up there.
Dont even want to..
U know why people dont fear death...because they know that everybody has to die..their foes..their loved ones..everbody...the pain doesnt feels much when it is of the whole mankind...its just a flutter of heart beat and off we r gone...

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