Everyone needs to feel like they have secrets.
I loved you.
That’s my secret.

I wanted to change, more than I wanted to die.
That's the only reason I'm still here.

When I die, let the wolves dance in my silver.
Lay the dust of me down in a snowy place.
So I may melt into the earth,
under the weight of your sun.

The graphite colored smoke, that rose from your charcoal covered body, in billows of silver.
The ferocious orange and yellow flames, that dance at the thought of bringing your bones into the sun.
The smell.
Sandalwood and gasoline.