Dear Nobody,

Nothing and nobody and nothing again.

Holding the world till the bitter-sweet end.

Run, run, run off the edge, holding on to such a simple pledge.

Colors and shapes and colors again, see the end of the road, with that bitter-sweet end.

Breathe… one, two, three, holding until you will not breathe again.

Love in the end, so useless yet again.

Look… look again, but there is nothing but that bitter-sweet end.

Growing and growing and growing continuously till the end.

But alas, there is nothing but that bitter-sweet end.

End of another story, yet again, hoping the story holds no end.

Hoping one day, you will never meet with Death himself, that so bitter, so sweet end.

Nothing and nobody and nothing again.

Holding on to the edge of the ecstasy of that so bitter, so sweet end.

…After Nobody met their bitter-sweet end…

Dear Somebody,

We meet yet again.

You made it from that bitter-sweet end.

Did you run off that edge?

Holding but only that simple pledge?

Those colors and shapes that led you to the end of the road, did they help with the bitter-sweet end?

Did you hold your breath, as I told you in the end, did you see that you would not breathe again?

Did that love, you were told so powerful, prove to help in the end?

That look in your eyes says you met your bitter-sweet end.

Growing so fast, time seems useless in the end, yet again.

Did you hold your story, your book in your hands?

You saw, did you not?

Your stories’ bitter-sweet end.

Death shook your hand firmly at first, then, like an old friend, led you down that once so lonely road, all The way down to your bitter-sweet end.

Somebody, I met you, yet again, I am glad you held on to the ecstasy of your bitter-sweet end.