I understand why, people do and say the things they do now. The moment the liquid surges through your veins, it brings you back up.  It is to remind them of the sufferings, the invitation for cold death to come but him, refusing to find his peace. The warmth of summer on your skin to make you feel alive again. I feel the years of suffering, and I cry for you.
That day. You died.


 Your alive now. Thank you for being born.