I always say ‚it' happens for a reason, but sometimes i don't find or get it. I'm looking and searching for it everywhere. No signs. I sigh.
Do you think that too? You know the ‚everyting happens for a reason' thing. I hear a bing in the kitchen and just find memories.
Do I cry? Hell yeah.
It's almost 4 months ago, and still I feel a light- warm tear rolling down my cheek. Woah. I always hoped I'm pleased and wouldn't witness death. But here I am looking at that. What's ‚that' ?
The tiny little grave where I know it lays in.
„gwaenchanh- a" I silently say to myself, as i wipe with my hand onto my face, stand up and go away from his tiny little grave.
Wow. What a world to be in.
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livings in my tiny notebook - Kaisy S.
Poetryjust as the title it says. But.. - maybe some writing mistakes because english is not my native language ect. - these are stories/thoughts out of my real life but some sentences are out of my head that thought it would match with the aesthetic more...
