microscopic muses

                                          The first day of Autumn                     The last day; of letting go                                          *of you*

Life; the most precious gift To be treasured  Starting each day by breathing *in*

Seeing things in our own way Abuse of process Disregarding evidence 

  If I pretend   That I haven’t seen you You (might) disappear 

  Everyone starts panicking  You mention dying No faith in the after life