We run, we fly...

Stem van Gedachten

@stemvangedachten · 23 Sep 2021

We run, we fly...

Our grave.

Today I'm trying to write, but my mind is wandering over and over again.
You don't want to think about it, but once we all meet our grave.

Our grave.wanneer, hoe, waar?
These thoughts of later, feel weird.

I don't have anything on paper yet, but I know quite a lot of people who speak openly about these wishes.

Sometimes I think, “Well, what does it matter to me, I'm not there anymore.”
And then suddenly I feel sadness, the thought hurts me.

Then suddenly I think of sudden death, it happened to “us” recently.
In one moment, everything gone, all dreams.

All the hugs, all conversations. we don't realize our biggest possession at all.
OUR GREATEST POSSESSION. which is in our closest lovers.

We run and we fly, why?
Many can no longer feel and work crooked.

Is a lot of money so important, or a super shiny house?
I often don't feel at home in that world.

I often say, “I'm just ordinary,” like I couldn't be an example.
Yet I feel no shame, drama or pain.

For me, it's just as much as it is for you.
That's why always stay true to you.

There are no candles or a beautiful sea of flowers on my grave.
“Just” my name: Angeliena Huis-Wetsema.
Well, it's ok.