The Death I hope for
I hope my passing is an easy one quiet, surrounded by love. I hope I can get to say goodbye to the sun, my oldest friend. That before I leave she can warm my face one last time. I hope that on my last day I am at peace with myself. This piece started out with me thinking the most idealistic way I would like my existence the cease. But to be honest, I don`t want it to. I am not done soaking up the sun. I have not caught all the falling stars yet. One thing is certain, our days are numbered, I hope mine has 3 digits. There is still a many corners on this little blue piece of rock that I have yet to lay my eyes on. So many flowers to inhale and rivers to hear. Maybe. I do not know why it is extremely difficult for me to write this passage. The words I want to place on this paper are floating around in my mind. Whispers of my intentions. ...
