It is hard to lose someone. We refuse to let go. If we do, we change forever, and we are scared of that too- that new person we may become once we open our palms.
Like this twig that has grown old with holding on and will grow new when she stops.
do not, for a moment think that you will,
do not. everything works out in the end, you pray.
see the world hears, it blurs behind as you chant.
do not, ever think that all those visions of glorious light
and the moon, her rays kissed? were ghosts that tripped
on your veins.
the world grows more beautiful with living.
validate with relics. age! stay, do not, do not, do not