🪶 Raw thoughts # 7 - not much bigger than one tile
As a child,
I used to think, strangely,
That would be nice.
If people are born in sets,
Born together
And die simultaneously.
No one must be sad.
Because who left first
First death.
That I've experienced.
It's you, ah, girl.
Neighborhood
At the time,
I'm still in elementary school.
That's weird.
That so far
I still remember the nickname.
And that tone of your voice.
The nearest death part.
That I've experienced.
Is the day I lost.
The first pet goes.
Is a brown rabbit.
Fluffy soft fur
Coiled sleep time
A little small.
No more than one tile.
Today
When looking at tiles
I still think
What I love so much
Not too big.
One Tile
Only.
I'm over forty now.
I know very well that
Childhood imagination
It's impossible.
And understand that.
Death.
Is inevitable.
Of course.
It's painful.
To lose.
Or even think
Someday
We have to lose.
But the other corner
Eternal life
It would be exhausting.
Isn't it?
Especially.
Living
On this planet
Now I still don't understand.
The whole mechanism.
Of birth and death.
Of course.
Which one is still alive?
Really understand it.
Because everyone is
Recognize through
Only one's own belief system.
Not that this mechanism
What will it look like?
I hope
Both me and you.
Will spend each day
Like nothing to regret
Like nothing to regret
And meet all the lives we love again.
When that day comes,
Talk softly on the way.
This is my raw thoughts.
- Fluffy Lucky. 🍀
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