
I am gonna start this letter as anyone will start it. If you see this, means I'm no more. Dead. Finally.
And that's about it. That's about everything this letter has in common with any other human's.
Volunteer or not, the time has decided that my turn arrived. No time to pack bags, not even to wave a shallow goodbye. You'll come to see my body, but know that I am not there anymore. What you see, is now a fully reached vessel. It is now completely what it always was; a shell... an empty shell. And as the earth fed me all along, it is just to repay my ancestral debt. Trees will feed their roots from me, then slowly let me linger in their leafs, glowing until the autumn's rust, under the burning sun. Then I will fall, cover myself with blanket of snow, resting as deserved, dreaming of spring. And in a way or another, it will all repeat. My gift for the nature.
As for you, don't falter. Take in your every step the joy of being once loved as no mortal could love or be loved.
With my death, my love won't decay, won't disipate. Cause something as great cannot just stop existing. Like a broken dam's water, now it flows. Don't mourn. Shine, recognizing that the shackles of mortality were broken. No longer am I bound to something earthen. So I am free as never before. To soar into the skies and reaches of the Universe.
Bathe in my feelings now, as they scour everything that surrounds you. I'll be the chill in the lost rain. The savage bite of the winter's wind. The air that rests on your skin day after day. The dust of stars that will enchant your dreams.
I know I've failed you so many times. The vocal shards that hurt so much...so deep. Yet you stood tall. Like a seal upon my arm, present there in the nothingness that sometimes I was transformed in.
My love is now complete as never before. With nothing to hold it back, it will envelop you in a living dance.It is right to feel hurt cause I am gone. But soothe my soul, day after day, by feeling me everywhere I am. I wouldn't leave you alone. And know that I will wait for the day when we would fly with the winds...together again.
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