At the brink of life,
I'll look back
to things I did
to things I didn't
to things I wish I did;
I hope one is full
of love and dreams,
that made my heart
beat with hope
under grey skies
I hope the next is
full of instincts
that saved my days,
my nights,
and my tears
And I hope the last
is a blank space,
filled by many things,
only to be erased later
I hope
It's a blank space
meant to be blank

-Sudhandira

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