DEAR DEATH [part 8]
dedicated to lipshaaaa

dear death,

you come as naturally as seasons. summer promises warmth and light, but soon, there's autumn. the season when everything falls in and out of place. winter comes and there's bitter cold everywhere. gradually, spring takes birth but you come back, always. and no dimension can control you. time, light, gravity, void - nothing can stop you; nothing can initiate you. no sinner is different from a saint in your eyes. but i'm too attached to everyone and everything, unlike you. no wonder i desire that trait of yours. people acknowledge you only in particular seasons but, i see you in all - in the coldest nights, the warmest days, the most beautiful springs and, my favourite, the most nostalgic autumns.

your beloved,
SweetSimu.