Endless moons, an opaque universe, thunder, tornadoes, the quaking earth. Rare moments of peace; forehead up against my knees, arms around my head, I though, I listened, I longed not to exist. but life was there, a transparent pearl, a star revolving slowly on its own axis.

Years have passed and how I am anxiously watching the twilight of my childhood, quietly sinking, never to rise again.

would you dare to love me?

I envied these women I saw before me, their beauty still intact. Life has its revenge of life. Untimely death is the secret of eternal youth.

I talk to trees and animals. We have interesting conversations about food, weather, and love. They sometimes can predict the future.

Tomorrow we will be nothing but earth and dust. Who will remember the love a soldier once knew?

Dying is so simple. A fleeting moment of suffering. In the blink of an eye you are over the threshold, into another world. No more pain, no more fears. You sleep so well there. Dying is like rubbing snow together, setting fire to a whole winter of cold and ice.