I was thinking about wills what we leave for those we love (and those we don't) when we die I've always been a little too materialistic that's what happens when you've got nothing to cherish "where it counts" I have my guitars my collection of snow globes some dusty glass jars expired makeup a row of empty pill bottles but of all my material things that I guess you could say I hold dear I couldn't think of anything to leave for you so I thought, and I thought and I realized that I didn't need words on a paper and a signature in black ink to give you my heart
hello, anxiety welcome to my humble abode tell me you're doing well you seem to be thriving in this poor excuse for a body I wish I could say the same my love my constant companion my greatest weakness I see you've made yourself at home please, enjoy your stay I'd offer you coffee maybe tea, or just water but it appears I have forgotten how to ask.