‘Today I remembered my love, my sorrow, my final tomorrow.
I feel the coldest kiss and I receive flowers for the first time. I see the same marble I made wishes to as a child enclosing my deepest wish today. From my rotting body flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and that will be eternity.
And these flowers, hopefully, will be given to loved ones sooner than they were to me. My children will not tremble like I did, as theirs won’t hold the thorn’s sharp touch. They will dream of the floating petals, soft and bright. Of the meadows beyond the dark hills and of the flowing waters that save any withering spirit. They will dream.
You’ve colored my life, and every gradient was worth it. We will sit again together one day, when neither of us will be willing to run.’ – Toskovat’
