Death, is it safe to call you a friend?
So I may trust the fall.

Death, is it right to not be afraid?
To welcome the silence that is to come.

Death, can I strike labeling you a "bad word"?
Maybe the narrative can change.

Death, can I trust that you'll do no wrong?
Knowing that in the end, the worlds will collide

In Memory of Mocha. Two years without you. You changed my perspective on life and death. 🌸

April 21st, 2026.