Of Fire and Stillness
Light Enough to Fly
After their death, I cried myself to sleep and met them in a dream.
“You fear death because you have a soul and loved ones. But I had nothing left—only the chains that kept me alive.”
They told me they cut those chains to be free, even if it meant drifting away.
“I’m finally happy,” they said.
My tears stopped. I held them one last time before waking.
