I know I should not be cold to you
but you make me feel so
monotone and saturated.
I see you in one of those coke cans
because nobody minds them once they’re empty of
all their cloying juices and
personally I dislike the sense of a
because it causes a knot to form
in my throat and leaves it closed
while my ears go to sleep so they can
rest from you
until I can admit
you bore me.
I’ll write something right now just for you if you tell me who you are.
this urn will turn you into a tree after you die
You can choose what kind of tree you want to become
Idk I just find this beautiful
just imagine cemeteries looking like this
a forest of living, changing, beautiful trees. I think a tombstone holds much more finality in death than a tree. It’s like you are living on symbolically through something greater than yourself.
this is a serious post about how much I want this. I’ll make sure my family knows.