If I could I reach into the deepest parts of my mind I would say;
The world is a beautiful place and I am no longer afraid to die.
Because you know what as many times as I can count I've smiled when I smelt fresh cut grass.
I laugh when I see my friends make an ugly face from the sunlight magnifying off my water glass.
Or how people help people
And even though we're all lethal we proceed to keep it faithful, keep regal.
Before this epiphany, the world held nothing in its hands to intrigue me.
It was cold.
And I was cold.
Sometimes I think I'm moving back to my bitter ways.
But hey the world is a beautiful place and I am no longer afraid to die.
And when that happens I'll probably fly or maybe just be food for the flies.