See you later

Let me address this content by talking about acceptance, not from others of course but from oneself only for the time being and till the words rings in my cranium. Often, I feel like our days are numbered which is true but then I lie down, just down on a surface that accepts me with kindness. I imagine myself as a body about to go beneath the ground with no music, no emotions, no breathing just me lying down beneath the soil almost saying that I merged with it or became a part of it .  

- Decades later a small flower emerges, a yellow one almost saying that it's me, do you remember? 

It was a dream, a vision, a possible truth acceptable to my heart. It was beautiful because I became a flower, a yellow flower, a dream for many and power to those whose heart I comforted when they were down and came to me and cried as they looked at me with empathy and passive passion. I became more important as a flower than as a person, not that importance matters but just being a flower and giving organisms comfort without speaking a voice made me content, flowers are really beautiful and if there is a next life I would love to be a yellow flower and would love to comfort people by shining my bright colour and taking their tears as gratitude. 

Love,
Gaurav Shrestha (Kaze)

 21 July, 2018, 2:47 AM