I will go away too
Birds can survive into winters at most. Rain, snow, storm, gust… This is the world… Yeah!
It falls to the ground, disappears, whatever is in the name of living thing. What a mother earth is! How cruel, how impudent! Maybe she gives her offspring to the world for a while. Then she takes it from her hand, embraces it! With such an ownership that it hurts the minds! As long as he will never give back a speck of it again!
How full of life is the chirping of birds, the buzz of bees, the chirping of cicadas… How smiles are scattering trees and leaves! How colorful flowers smile! Who can say: “After a while they will die!”
How stone is mulched moss! How the moss clings to it! How to trust, how to hold on! Inseparable… Until the moss dries, until one sleeps…
Sleep… The most delicious thing in the world… What about the last sleep? He is the deepest, perhaps the most restful…
How shorter the days become towards the end of life! There are no expectations, no one calls and asks. Where do hopes hide?
Afternoons are boredom, evenings are screaming depression! The darkness is still dark, even though the light bulbs are burning like daylight… Even if there are people around… If the house is from the grave again for some reason… I am like yellow leaves vibrating in the wind… My heart is opening and closing like butterfly wings…
I'll go too, as soon as I get the invitation, of course. Will there be any trace of the shadow on the ground? Once upon a time, this body will be gone… That's why I have no patience!”
“Don't worry so much about death, grandpa! How sensitive are people in this matter! Other living things also die. They don't care at all until the last moment. They live among lions and tigers. Fish in the seas... They eat each other! Every living thing has enemies. How endangered, ants crawling under their feet… Grass, flowers, trees… I wonder if they are so relieved because they have nothing to lose?”