My life is not found
until the earths death finds me.
My life will be forever,
in my second home,
the home that was meant to be first.
My place here is empty.
My filling is placeless.
My home is a garden,
filled with everything that
was robbed from me.
That I was deprived of.
Everything that fills my heart
will be made better.

My life is not found,
until I’m dead.
When I die,
I will be more alive than before.