Grief is a far from being a linear journey. The tears fall from my eyes as I look at the blue sky.
Nature reminds me that our lives aren't as special as we'd like them to be. Nature florishes, dies, renews itself.
It's perpetual, it's unbothered.
No matter how much pain I feel, no matter how dark my thoughts are, my skin will keep being caressed by the wind and warmed up by the sun. I am an impostor to Mother nature. Once I leave, she will keep thriving.
Flowers will keep blooming,
Waves will keep crashing on the shore,
Trees will keep growing.
Life will go on.