Days come and go. You are somewhere and everywhere. Never too far away.
What days look like when you are not part of the world anymore, when you wander in galaxies, sky and stars, no limit?
What do you do for hours when there is no more agenda, no night and light, when wholeness and emptiness mean the same?
There were happy days – childhood memories. And then something happened. You left. You died and we knew it. We knew it would happen. We knew it was just a matter of months. We knew and we closed our eyes. Cause you were special. Maybe we thought you couldn’t die. We were not ready for it. I was not ready for it. We’re never ready to welcome death.
Some people say that love ends. I might be crazy but I know somehow this is a lie. Maybe it serves people who don’t want to see the light shining through the clouds.
We loved each other before we met. And love is still playing in the background. You know everything. I can confess you all my deepest joys and pains, my shortcuts and my dreams.
You are somewhere. Not a body but a soul. And nobody can ever catch you again. You’re free.