I am alone today and I seek a way
somehow, if possible to stay...
alive...
Grief burdens my shoulders
and tells me to give up
give up all hope that tomorrow will be better
Its an empty promise that will never come true.
But then I see the sun rise every morning, the sparrows chirping while I sip my tea I remember sitting with Atul and doing the same...
surely Life is still flowing... and as long as I live, I know that I need to flow or I would become still water and we know that still waters run deep and stagnate. No, thats not how I want my life to be... I am a gurgling brook gushing over rocks...
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