If you want to be sad, be sad. But remember, a tiny soul sits next to you in bed. If you want to cry, just cry. But remember, it’s mostly you and I. If you want to be ugly, it cannot be. There’s no ugliness for me to see. The cats are roaming around the house in search for a proverbial mouse.
I was searching for you, you see. Now your body sleeps next to me. I like to think your mind is awake and well. That we’re no longer discussing heaven or hell. No right and no wrong. We are not meant to be strong.
pictures by Vivian