take me to the forest and let me decompose in the thicket of the forest where the birds chirp and the bugs crawl
let me feel the grass beneath me and let me feel my conscious slip away as my vision blurs out into nothingness
let me say my final words
let me breathe one last time
let me go
i have not died i have not died i have not-
i have moved on
i am not died
i have just simply left
you can find me in the way that she speaks with my mannerisms and gestures
you can find me in the books that you read
creeping in between the clauses and semicolons
you can find me in music
you can hear me in the crescendo in the second movement
you can find me in the pitter patter of children running
you can find me in the pauses in conversations
you can find me
in the forest
i have told all the creatures that i love them
i have told them all
i have cried power and screamed allegory
i have bleed into the roots in the ground and have given back what little i took from this world
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