I arose out of my grave today, to watch the winter sunset at 4:pm,  it was a very very cold day today … how! i love it here… i always felt like it was here i belonged.. even as  a human man i was drawn here time and time again.. i never really knew why at first..  nobody comes to this place.. even then it was desolate. alone, a ghost i was even then. I feel so sad..
That last ever night, such! a stream i bled.. a release for which i always yearned for, i had no! idea, that the Bliss i blindly sought after could feel like this…
painting all nature red, it was a sight to see, when the death agony was finally over, i by long last let go forevermore,the struggle was finally! over..
But such a Melancholy i tasted, i never felt so alive while i was dieing.,
than i awoke  to see her there..  she was always there beside me, i always felt like something was there whenever i came here, but i did never see her,..Â
Well, today was a fine and magnificent day for one to die.. as i sat by my grave, under the tree, there again, waiting for night fall,, she cloaked the world
with this, impenetrable beauty, as the sun set, the sky seemed as though it was set on fire. no words could describe the beauty of what i saw..
it was what the prison of words could never describe and beauty of the likes of which a Mortal Coil that weighs like a heavy stone on the soul could never comprehend, True Poetry.. & still i have told you  nothing to describe what it was.. it was my death i saw.. it was another beautiful death of a thousand that i die night after night…Â
& so.., now ‘I’, a ghost,  must go back to lay down for a while, and rest… but before i go i would like to say,that life!,
” is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but moreover by the number of times that take your breath away…”
or is it “Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take but moreover by the number of breaths that take your life away…”
Goodnight
“I wonder how winter will be
with a spring that I shall never see
I wonder how night will be
with a day that I shall never see
I wonder how life will be
with a light I shall never see
I wonder how life will be
with a pain that lasts eternally
In every night there’s a different black
in every night I wish that I was back
to the time when I rode
through the forests of old
In every winter there’s a different cold
in every winter I feel so old
so very old as the night
so very old as the dreadful cold
I wonder how life will be
with a death that I shall never see
I wonder why life must be
a life that lasts eternally
I wonder how life will be
with a death that I shall never see
I wonder why life must be
a life that lasts eternally
