i hope
that in a hundred years
random hikers
will stumble across my body
buried beneath years
and years of time and change
and scientists will study me
and i'll become the next ötzi
they'll figure out the last meal i ate
the last lie i told
the situation surrounding my death
and they'll find
that the culprit
was me
and their curious little minds
will wonder
about the past they don't know
and the past they will never know
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poeziea sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
