I've decided that should anyone years from now discover my body I want them to find me blind- not from grief and sadness that I saw but from the beauty my eyes beheld.
I want them to find the disks in my neck worn- not from lifting my nose at the inferiority of this place but rather due to the fact that I was constantly gazing up simply to remind myself that I get to be a piece in it all.
I want my lips to have trembled, smiled, spoken, gaped my ears to have listened, to have listened, to have heard my wrinkles to be evidence of laughter, evidence of worrying
my hands to have been held, to have fought, grasped and most importantly to have let go.
When they find me I want my piercings to be evidence of my interest in pain and the calm that follows.
I want my body to be riddled in love agape, philias, eros, storge I want my scars to be testaments to my fearlessness, my carelessness, my courageousness, and my curiosity.
Should they find my spirit gone should they find my body dead I want them to know I want them to know I lived.