Author’s Thoughts

The colors that spread its long hands dissolved in the running stream of water until there was nothing left. Wish I could dissolve myself into nothingness. To be dissolved from this physical existence  and become nothing. Maybe that’s the death, the end, a way out. To be able to die at least that much, if it means to get out of your thoughts, away from ties that pull your soul. Letting yourself fade away; and to find out you never had an anchor to anything anyway. There are no ties binding you to earth or anywhere. Just visitors who lived and died like millions  upon millions of others before us.