I had a gut instinct.

Letting go hurts too much.

You were slipping away.

You are already slipping away.

Stumble upon an obstacle in the dark, slipping and stumbling, who will pick me up when I fall down.

A short poem about medecine.

A man is losing grips with reality and he doesn’t know what to do. He slowly lets it all sink in.

Thing come and things go, this says it all.

Don’t let me go…

There is no escaping the fact that death comes to us all.