I want to be buried in the same dirt as wild flowers, and the same place that my favorite trees once grew. Not in a field with other rotting bodies doomed like me. I want to be buried in a place with some hope. Mostly because it seems that these days I have none, and maybe if my memory lives on with hope-that may cause a chain reaction and no one will be ****** in by sadness. In all honesty, I wish I didn’t feel like this. I wish that I always saw the beauty in the world and, instead of just sometimes. To be able to live like that; seems impossible, and that’s why I wish to be buried among change. Maybe that way, I will too.