the glorious situation of oblivion

we come from the ground.live.and go back in it. at least thats my theory. not everyone is Cleopatra or Michael Jackson.we fall in love.become excepted into a planet that wont exist one day.were expected to live a full regretless life. we blink,breathe,and grow.

most of us die as a wrinkled sack
and go into earth in a box.but
some of us aren't to Lucky. we lie in bushes and rot.when two days
ago we smiled and ate dinner with our moms and dads. boom.
missing reports filed,parents
crying,numb friend. were Do we go.those of us less fortunate and die against our will? on earth were forgotten. like I was Madison who could know your secrets without ever asking what UR favorite music and people are. I was beautiful.breathless.with brown eyes. bowed lips.buttoned nose.I was careless and perfect.but life is a small piece of the big picture.

why do the best people die first.?you pick the prettiest flowers first dont you? but thats not the case for me. im still here,