To die is such a long way to go.
The lights that appear before your eyes like flashes of thunder blinding your heart and your soul and your memory.
The wandering dead relatives with toy baloons and sheer fireworks cheering for the incoming being.
The teary eyed living relatives with their endless mourn whispering in vain.
Which way to go?
To the right? To the left?
Or keep going straight and never look back?
And your wild thoughts wander the empty air (Who will wait? Who will care?)
But no one in the white room understands your direction as much as you do.
No one in the mortuary knows the look of your utopia.
The ultimate nirvana.
So, go on....
Run to the hills, fly to Valhalla, explore the deepest pit of Atlantis, sleep on top of the faint Moon ground.
For your spirit carries on, with no regret, and I won't forget.
To die is such a wonderful journey.
16/11/1964 - 27/10/2012
No comments:
Post a Comment