Loss
A valley so wide
The sparrow died; Trying to
Find its way across.
- Haiku
This is a post that has been waiting many many months to appear on the Little Plastikk Qube, but I'm just glad that I have found some time to continue with my entries.A valley so wide
The sparrow died; Trying to
Find its way across.
- Haiku
This post is dedicated to all who has felt lost before, or an inevitable sense of loss. Sometimes, when things are down for you, what you need isn't really someone to cheer you on, to tell you things are better, to pick you up. Sometimes all you need is a quiet, white space in which you can mourn. A space where you can put down your heavy, heavy backpack for a moment, to stretch your limbs enjoy the vast emptiness and solitude, and eventually move on.
No, I'm not sad or feeling angst in life - I just feel a need for such a space in life.
A quiet nameless grave by the roadside, where anyone can sit down and think of what you have lost.
I hope I can provide this space.
