Astonishing my death will be! They will finally see me as I always should have been seen, now that I am not bound by the physical. A wondrous ray of colors! Free, happy, they feel pride in how far I've gotten. How much I've done for myself now that I'm dead. They will see what I've always meant, that what I want is really there and only I could give it to myself. They see that not everyone is unhappy when they die, that I am different, that what I said I would be is what I am now. So grateful to see that they are wrong. That the proof, The proof! The proof is in every sunset, in space, in every reality, the smell of rain, that I really am everything and so are they.
Maybe being everything doesn't matter as much to them but it is all I'll ever need. And finally after years convinced I would lose everything... I have it all. I have done the right thing, a beautiful thing. A white light of warmth for a moment and I disappear into my own happiness. They'll be happy for me. Happy, I was right. My body will lay prettily with the promise of a smile. No one will see or touch it after my soul has escaped; been freed.
Oh yes! I desire truthfully to be planted with a tree's seed buried in my chest. I feel the earth in a way I think practically no one else does. For my hair to be rough and thick like roots... vines from my scalp with blossoming flowers. Bark for skin, hollow, with moss crawling over me. Stuck in dirt... connected. They may never gaze at my decomposing body laid in the grass, given back to its creator. But a wave of calm will wash over them and they will know my peace through my absence.
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I Will Never Die
PoetryI will start this honestly. Honesty is heavenly, unbelievably vulnerable and beautiful. I want to be bathed in all of earth's truths; golden and pretty. Gliding against my skin, thin, easy to push past. I want to die. What a gorgeous truth. Not, die...