part 3 . Return

[ Return ] 

Someone who had been beside me came to the end of their life

I passed through a stretch of time with neither light nor darkness

I envied those who had died by their own hand

That is how it was, then

One day,

somewhere,

I was somewhere

The wind blew cold

Then I understood

because I am not special,

anything can happen to me

Then again one day,

again somewhere,

I was somewhere again

The wind blew warm

There were many grasses beside me

Many grasses, alive

And just as many, dead

Then I understood

“Death is a common thing”