I sit upon a rooftop and avoid the balcony.
Life isn't what it used to be.
Above the balcony I find depth and no longer acknowledge fear.
What is this, shall I stay? What is me? That little innocent boy I remember dear?
The darkest nights and brightest days were illuminated by you. Full of shadows and smiles by you.
I love you.
Death is not something we understand until it happens.
It's a concept, a biological issue or word.
It happens.
I'm just the little bird.
Chirping into Oblivion.
Then I wake up.
With a gentle and calm frown.
As I fall down.
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