My letter to you. (Put into the “free-verse” category because I don’t have a prose category.)
our lives wither away, like dying flowers.
as nature quiets down, i await for Morpheus.
someday, i will board the ferry, and greet charon with an obol and hopes of a fool
going through some things, like everyone else on this earth.
under the wrath of disappointment, i am nothing but a wilting rose.
do not judge the rabbit’s burrow.
the dragon awakes.
narcissus looks into muddied water and sees clear streams.
the number four is a curse and a blessing.