How to act when death comes to kiss you again?
Scarfs ripped open
Vulnerability once again
How to accept the rudeness of death?
No more sweet words
Whispered from the other side, lovelines suddenly broken
Who has decided life tot be so unfair?
Questions keep coming
Tears slowly fade away
And life goes on
Someone said to me ‘think happy thaughts’
Don’t be so grumpy
And gave me some candy
Sour flavour, taste matching these days
Can you be judged by thinking to much?
If you don’t think, you stop living
Then you might just crawl back to your Sanseverias
Where life is safe and you can become irritated over the world on your own holy ground
Two quotes touched me do much. Stephen Hawking said the quietest people have the busiest mind. But accept that perfection doesn’t exist. If you don’t, realize that people are imperfect. Without imperfection people wouldn’t even exist.
Well, I wan’t to add something to that. Persons with perfection-syndrome scare the hell out of me. Because I don’t want to be confrontated with those mirrors.
Also I am not the person I want(ed) to be. And my life leads its own way.
So Death, you came close again last days.
But for now.
Can I ask you to please take soms distance?
Give us, particular the people who were legt behind, the chance to grow to the best version of the person we’re meant to be.
In Memory of my teacher,
who gave us time to grow with patience never seen.