the earthling is dying

if you listen, you can hear it. the earth, it cries. if you look across the street, you can see it. the old dirty homeless man is sharing his shelter with the strayed dog. if you inhale. you can smell it. the same belacan fried rice your neighbour is cooking. if you speak, you can tell it. the silence, it tranquils. but those everyday miracle senses means nothing when you STOP feeling. does that define your heart is crushing?