Sometimes I don't want to exist anymore,
So I lay in my bed and pretend that I'm air-
(Not really there.)
Think of all the fun!
The places I'd be,
Just flying free. Like the
Breath before a kiss,
So subtle, so pure,
So innate, so warm.

And what if I were a breeze?
Calm and rustling leaves,
Tossing hair to and fro,
Such endless possibilities of where to go!

But.. What if I were more morbid?
More... important?
Like- a last breath?
A dying wish,
Death's final kiss?

Better to be that than this,
Better to not exist;
Sweet bliss...
*Kiss, kiss, kiss.