I stare at the six-foot-deep hole in the ground, where my body now lies.
I feel its coldness…
“Am I relieved, or am I scared?”
I ask myself, as if I knew the answer.
I ponder and wonder, watching those who bury me.
“Are they happy I died?
Are they glad I disappeared?”
These thoughts flood my mind.
All I ever gave them was warmth…
But was it enough?
Was I enough?
Did they expect more?
Do I still owe them the now-inexistent warmth I once held?
Or can my wandering soul finally rest?
Can I bury myself in peace—without regret?
…
I hope so.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 6:10 AM UTC
I stare at the six-foot-deep hole in the ground, where my body now lies.
I feel its coldness…
“Am I relieved, or am I scared?”
I ask myself, as if I knew the answer.
I ponder and wonder, watching those who bury me.
“Are they happy I died?
Are they glad I disappeared?”
These thoughts flood my mind.
All I ever gave them was warmth…
But was it enough?
Was I enough?
Did they expect more?
Do I still owe them the now-inexistent warmth I once held?
Or can my wandering soul finally rest?
Can I bury myself in peace—without regret?
…
I hope so.
