Accept and move, with a steadfast stride,

What good is a dream to a dead person, but a wistful captive of memories?

With the exception of my feelings for you, all other fragments of emotion have bid adieu.

Don't wear life.
For it clings to you from birth to death.
It's etched with tales of triumphs and woes. When it's on you, it entices you to dance with passion, embrace the strife,until we stumble down, to the silent ground.

i wish i could see your grief,
lead them by my own two hands,
then give them a room big enough in
me to fit them and their lingering shadows.

Slept on Thousand
Year deep moss-

Woke with Spring
In the Steppe