If I'm dead tomorrow I want my body to be laid peacefully on soft green grass. I want vines to run through my veins. I want flowers to grow out of my heart and bloom across my lungs. I want to create a garden with the aroma that reminds you of the earth kissed by rain. With every breath I take, I want to create a new life. I want to paint a new picture. I want to design a new symphony. Through them, I want to see the moving clouds, passing birds, and butterflies. And slow dance with the wind, gaze at countless stars and breathe, once again. Till you decide to walk all over me, grind me, and smother me back to the dirt where I shall lay awake and alive, once again.
"I want to be buried alive by love, by hate and by everything in between."
Nights like these when the moon floats on the creek, all pale and swollen, I try to sleep without dreaming of a small child, still and not breathing, like a leaf felled too soon during the season of the monsoon rains, heavy as the pain of a father looking here and there, everywhere for a daughter somewhere in all of this water.
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