Death
I wanted to share my feelings on death.
In general, I am ready for it.
Currently.
I felt that feeling that you get
When your deepest desire
Has been reached.
I was in bed, holding hands with him.
The desire to be loved
Had been reached.
Hell, I’m crying writing this.
It’s a warmth in the pit of my stomach
Like a campfire where the top gently tickles my shoulder blades.
It’s like I smoked some good weed
And got lifted into the sky by my own wings. The ones I nurtured to perfection.
The ones I strengthened with hard work,
Though I’m tempted to still work harder
Until they are ready to lift me one last time.
I don’t know when I will go.
Maybe it will be soon.
It might be after I’ve reached another goal
Of raising a family of my own
Or it may be when I’ve outlived every other fool I know
If it ends up being later tonight,
Or tomorrow,
I don’t want anyone to think
It came a day too soon.
God I’m crying again.
Because as of right now, I’m ready.
If you find this, and I’m gone,
Don’t miss me.
Look forward.
Wear my necklace.
I was always a tiny part of the universe
And next I’ll get to become more


















