I ROAMED

northwards.

Away from others.

I heard heathers sing my name.

Wind whispered in my ear and wrapped my hands.

As northern I got, more bursted my heart with joy and lightness.

I RATHER

feel more than less.

I rather feel often than seldom.

I rather feel anything even when I am

afraid what I might feel and when.

THE LIFE

left me I sensed a tiny amount of bitterness. Like hair stuck in throat.

Making me gag.

WE

hugged and you said we will survive everything.

That was not true.

We did not survive you.

IF I ASK

you to come. Come with strenght and bride. Come unexpectedly.

Come with a white horse.