Hugging my knees and staring at the windows, there aint many stars dotting the dark blue sky tonight, but my thinking of you floats miles and miles into the distance. How magical it was for me to miss an author that much! You are a vivid proof for love and forgiveness, anytime a deep depression settled over me, I wrote to you.
You are right. Many of us are clinging so tenaciously to life. But there are fates worse than death and the agony and fear of dying is much worse than death itself. The lights-studded road reminds me that everything passes in a glimpse, so there shall be no acute anxiety or gloomy thoughts about our future. In the end, life would come a full circle and falling leaves return to their roots. Free my worry as long as you are there.