my thoughts are like birds,
they are the fastest birds,
born in words fast-forwarding and never coming back the same



I thought I am leveled with my own death and in acceptance of it, but confronted with your mortality I crumble like a doll of straw without string. Your demise is frightful, because a world without you is unfamiliar and lonely. It's less mine.
Your wrinkles scare me more than mine, but we'll be ok. I'll love you forever. In this world and beyond.