In a desperate need to sketch as the haunting memory of the dying elf makes my heart bleed.
Are you out of pain? Is your mind clear? Your heart free? Do you grow and age? I often wonder. Do you hear the fights? We lack your strength, your resolve. We are still finding our way. Do you watch over us? I often wonder. Do you recall memories? Have you moved on? We haven't,... Continue Reading →
There is little satisfaction in communicating without speech. Some things just need to be said. In her last days, my grandmother ceased to speak. She would nod, look around some times, pass on a smile too. But not utter a word. I wondered whether she chose not to speak. Whether she was content with expression.... Continue Reading →