I want to know how it feels to die,
to have the air stolen from my lungs,
and the thick sludge of my soul exude through every pore of my cooling skin.
I long to hear the crash of my hopes and regrets
as they collide in the vast emptiness of space.
I have a yen to know if when my life flashes before my eyes,
my successes will outnumber my failures.
I crave to be catapulted into something greater
or anything other than what I’m living.
I need to know that there’s more to the universe
than the decay of our bodies,
and the tarnished silver of our tongues.

-K.M.