It's been a long journey. I hope I wrote words that touched, words that shed more light, and amidst the scribbles, I hope I painted a picture. I feel glad to reach this stage. Most of my friends do not; they're either lost or forgotten. It might mean they live (exist) longer, but I'm glad I was useful. I'm glad I burnt out. I may be too old to write again, but if you decide to use me to shade, please lay me down on the paper as low as I can get (as you shade). I was built for this-to live on the paper, dance on it, walk on it.🍃
Captured by: Marcia Waleria Freitas










