illusion

Without you, now I see, 
how fragile the world can be. 
And I know you’ve gone away, 
But in my heart, you’ll always stay. 

What I tell myself every day. 

Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,
This world you must’ve crossed.

And all these things I can’t describe, you would rather I didn’t try.

This should be everyone’s mantra in life.

Everyone dies in the end. 

But how I die; that’s what makes the difference.

We do what we need to be free.

Letting go, isn’t as easy as it sounds.