Beyond the embrace

Because my gallbladder will be removed(finally!) thoughts of what may happen if things go wrong during the surgery brought this poem to life

I will miss you when I die, take me with you because I don't mean that I will leave you when I die a part of me is always with you even when you don't think of me. Forget me if you must. I will smile when you smile and cry when you cry you will simply won't be able to see me only feel me while you cry or laugh. But right now smile because this is not the end.

Beyond our embrace

Holding me close in your arms
Is not the only proof that we exist
For each other

pssst...(from my fingers 2 your fingers)

When you are done living and re-experiencing
the words you type:

Your words are dead. Long live your thoughts!
Reanimating your words while reading them
is enriching and delightfully humbling

Let's keep writing even about
what we are only able to imagine

What we can imagine can be someone
else's dream and we insert our soul
in that dream when we guide it to
an end or a new beginning.

Can it be so? May the dreamers
become writers bring theirs dreams
to life?

You are not alone. You are in my thoughts
while I write to you(the reader).

Is that what we actually say when we
publish our writings? Are you out there?

Or I look up to you! Tell me do you like it?
If you don't like it I don't look up to you
anymore... or wait hm thank you for your
thoughts I might write about that one day
or hm, it's never too late to edit my artwork!
Thank you! Or you have a point there...
may it remain invisible?

Btw my fingers danced for you...

Life vs. Time/Body vs. Mind (abortion)

Women kill their eggs every month because the time was not right um I mean their body understood that BUT that is ok because the body did it Women that have a miscarriage are innocent because their body judged that it was a hostile environment for the child to grow in meaning the time was not right If the woman decides that the life she will provide to her child outside her womb will be in a hostile environment because the time is not right why can't she decide herself what to do? If the body of the child because of a extreme disease will be itself a hostile environment to exist in why can't the woman decide that the time is not right for her child to come out in this world?