Reading my last words

Harbours. War. Ladies. Windmill. West. Wilderness. Wings. Knifes. Doors and windows. Election ballots. Sky. Sheets. Papers. Bed. The "F" word instead of "W".


My cat and a common tern where trying to say goodbye with memories and their most precious moments. By the end of the day it was all over. Saying farewell is difficult to the majority of humans. We feel a stomachache, and our memories are suddendly more alive than life itself. That sadness doesn´t fade away.
Someone tells you: Know how to swim! The tide is rising!


And freedom is a beautiful feeling.
And he´s walking down the Green mile.