freedomofmind

I was looking out pass the stars and beyond the plants. Beyond the darkness, beyond time and light. Beyond thought and reason, beyond the idea that I ever existed and beyond the memories of you. If my soul is energy and my body just a vessel, what Is the payment it takes to move on? Is it my death, and the wonder you feel when you question will it hurt? Yet how could it hurt, the body is built to spill, spill blood upon the concrete and brain matter across the walls. Deficating with your final breath as the body lets go. You don't always close your eyes when you go, but that light goes out regardless and the curtains are pulled closed. So put your arms around me and warm my soul, ease the pain and let me know. Give me a reason for my blood to boil and for my chemicals to become off balanced. Don't become a lazy girl, and give up onme become the soil so that I can plant a tree, and more than anything think fondly of me.