Love was my refuge. Flight was my escape. Dark dirt sat on my face. I was sleeping peacefully in a bright grave with flames that it was difficult to see the rest of my way. A breeze blew and took me to the sky. Where I used to sing and fly and dance with the angels. I want to smell the flowers like when I was a child. do not come back.... I am calm under the soil of my grave. I kiss my grave lovingly.