My Grandmother came to visit me last night. Although
I never physically saw her , I could hear that she looked much better. She told me that she was disappointed in me. Right before she left, I felt
a loving hug. I heard, in the breeze of my window, “I Love You”.
What do these “visits” mean? I can’t understand
the green mist: “Do you grow together with the
Tree of Death?” In my bed, I drown in this deep
emotional state, tossing the fates of my unique