Let the watercolours spread and blend into the liquid of your heart made of tears and keep on hoping that one day it will hurt less.

The way I loved the people that I loved, full hearted and overwhelmed soul...

No more dark angels here, just lost creatures living in twilight.

Remember how happy we were so many years ago by the sea shore,  laying down on the beach, feeling the warmth of the sun on our skins, hearing lilac wine and feeling that the moment was perfect.

There will no longer be death
when someone dies and a part of me breaks;
for my elder will still be sitting on the same bench
and my friends of my age will still be travelling the world;
and if any child falls into its claws she will still laugh out loud.