“A painter paints his pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence. We provide the music, and you provide the silence.”

— Leopold Stokowski

– (Silence)
– (Silence)
– (Silence)
– G’night.

“All human wisdom is summed up in two words – wait and hope.”

— Alexandre Dumas Père

Sweetness:

Today, I finally found the strength to put the words into writing… Even though I’m still clueless about the how-to part, I start to write for you and only you.

I met you once, but that one time was enough to fall for your magical smile and your beautiful heart… That night made me realize that there are *still* good people, who exist in this less-than-perfect world.

The whole of last week I felt numb… I asked myself and the one who hears my broken heart a million times: Why you? Why so soon? You, who even with your flight taught me and those surrounding you a life lesson: That this life is too bloody short.

My darling friend, you *are* a piece of sunshine and I’m using the present tense, as you are so alive in my heart, forever long… Today, I mark your memorial from afar… I can’t be there but my spirit will be with you… Today, I’m going to light a candle for you and cherish your smile and your being… I will treasure all your letters, your short and sweet messages and my one and only picture with you.

I refuse to say “rest in peace”, as I’m certain you are in peace… I refuse to say goodbye; this is only a big salut to one of the most beautiful souls of all time.

Much love,

Shadan

“Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.”

— Oscar Wilde

Shit happens.
Life goes on.
Next please.

Thank
you
so
very
much!

S

“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.”

— Robert Frost

I collect teacups.

Each tells you a story
while waiting for your
reflection on the *tea*
inside.

The stories of the cups will continue…

S

“There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.”

— Albert Einstein

I can smell the dust
everywhere;

on dead objects,
the *blank* postcards,
the wings of the queen bee,
and the memories of
not so long ago…

Sneeze.

S