Only a day more.

Only a day more.

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Flip the rusty pages of old journals and diaries. Sniff the life of them, in my soul. A parting gift from the faded memories of a life lived. Write a handwritten letter to the beloved,one last time stringing the words together in an ode. Read my favourite book,tracing my fingers along the letters, embracing them before bidding them a farewell. Cook a wholesome meal and savour it before the dusk dawns and along with it the termination of a life. Feel the touch of warm sunshine on my skin,before transcending into the looming darkness that awaits. Scrutinize souvenirs from every place visited, soaking in the beauty, a memory of a lifetime. Play that one song, emanating the warmth of a youthful radiance. Sit by the windowsill, contemplating not the end, but the ethereal worldliness. Take a placid nap, bidding adieu to the ephemeral ties and material possessions. Eventually, embrace death, leaving behind everything but gratitude.
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Dear Friend, I have so much to tell you. I feel the words tickling the insides of my lungs, the symbols pile up, I sneeze, and they flock into a clumsy-looking snow sculpture (sorry for the unsettling image). I then begin to introduce those words to the world, to you, syllable by syllable. Like little children, they explore the emptiness of paper, and soon all the universal truths blur as I search for explanations of time and space. Where are we? What are we doing? Using emotions as my ink I tried putting into words the unspeakable thoughts that torment my mind until written. Most of these writings were born from loneliness. You don't have to read them, my Friend, but if perhaps you feel just as tormented... these letters are here, waiting to be seen. Love, - Your Friend

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