(I hope)
This will be the last note of my life.
Starting from the day I am writing these down
My last words and wills —
Maybe no one would ever get to read it;
Or no one actually cares.
About the ownership and legacy,
I do not have anything to leave behind,
No property, assets or cash,
Just an empty brain full of thoughts,
With nothing but a trotting horse lamp
With fragments of my time
With the love of my life.
The forever here question to self:
Why do people grow?
If wrinkles are where the laughters have been,
A crinkly face should be what I deserve
For a happy life
Without sorrow and cries.
Once in awhile.
Life sucks — that’s what I thought.
Inevitable changes to life:
Fallen hair, broken legs,
Could the nails feel pain when they are cut?
What about the hair?
Perhaps these are just words
From a sensitive psycho
Wasting all her life on thoughts and feelings —
Who would bother to pay any attention?
No one.
Or no one but you.
Edited on 31 July 2019.
Portrait of Em. 