Someone will tell me to lie. What to do without fear of death. Actually, I’m a bit scared, afraid suffocating when closing the coffin, afraid hot when burning the body, burying it on the ground, afraid worms. Just being scared, but when I die, I have seen a lot and I should get used to it so as not to. It’s not sunny today. Saxophone man lose your mind find your soul poster. It’s not raining today either. Heaven today, no problem. I suddenly felt a little flutter, flutter. Not really remember. Not really. Not really fun. Not sure sad. The feeling suddenly came very strange. Do not know how to say it. Can’t say it. But obviously, I feel a little out of place. There is confusion. A little lonely I was sitting alone on the back porch, with a book of poems by Ngo Tinh Yen in my hand.
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