Every time I approach death in my life, it is a temptation, and the unresolved writing is a series of life and death situations.
There are never black and white characters, nor are they thin characters on paper. In this grand encounter, I saw countless souls struggling with the dawn: maybe a dazzling blue iris; maybe a thin piece of white frost; maybe a pair of dying butterflies fluttering towards love; maybe a city in the winter of July, maybe a kiss that is too painful to die...
At dawn, I was born to die.
What about you?
What would you give up to live?
Intention: To live towards death