Eating and existing was super hard today, as I knew that the last day of Nera's remembrance week was here and I only had one more chance to write something meaningful about her. But when I got it done, it did help. Tomorrow I'll publish some photos from her last month, but I'll no longer choose a song and write a text for her. The grief needs to evolve into something quieter, more private. Nera will become a shadow of mine and she'll will only get sharper and more focused as the spring progresses, and the dark and quiet that I and Nera both loved so will morph into the brightness and loudness of spring and summer.
This was today's song, the last of the remembrance week:
"Can you walk on the water if I, you and I?
Because your blood's running cold outside the familiar true to life
Can you walk on the water if I, you and I?
Or keep your eyes on the road and live in the familiar
without you and I
It glows with gates of gold true to life
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We took a walk to the summit at night, you and I
To burn a hole in the old grip of the familiar true to life
And the dark was opening wide, do or die
Under a mask of vermilion ruling eyes"