Its a weird thing to know of all the places you've considered or have seen yourself being when you bring your mind to the idea of death. Most turn to the thoughts of accidents like car crashes and drowning, tragic yet understandable as its seen so much in societal news. Others believe in that happy ending death, lying in some form of a bed rather it being a hospital or home, surrounded by their grandchildren and enjoying their last moments alive. I wish i could think like that.
My mind wonders to a lavender field with slight surrounding of pine trees. Its a cleared meadow, nothing but mountains and trees in the for grown, better yet, not a house nor communication system in sight. Just the wildlife and nature working as one in peace. Its a calm place, a calm place where id know id be happy. Happy enough for one last time.
Its morbid to think about this in detail but in a way it keeps me grounded. I've dreamt about the day, every bit of it sucked into my memory for me to recall on strange parts of the day. Flashbacks to a field I've never been too but flashbacks to a place i know ill be one day. Call it a recurring deja-vu, one that wont leave until the day i die.
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Bleeding isn't Broken
PoetryA process of me and dramatic presences that may have driven me to lack of life.
