• I was asked a peculiar question,
    Eerie by nature,
    Only because it was of my death,
    And how I'd prefer it.
    And I thought on this,
    For until this time, I've never thought of it before,
    It left a bitter taste in my mouth,
    To die, I thought, is too common,
    Too accepted.
    And now,
    Now, I pondered upon how.
    My thoughts lingered on past memories,
    Where would they go?
    And where would I be?
    I looked to the sky,
    The oranges, pinks, purples,
    Of the setting sun blended and painted it's light brilliantly across my eyes,
    Would I miss this sight?
    Would I miss the sounds of an earned silence in a world like this,
    For how gratifying it truly felt.
    And then, No, I thought,
    With a sudden electrifying jolt to my heart,
    So small, So contained within me,
    Yet blurred the line between reality and fabrication.
    For as I looked beyond the sky,
    In a loop into my mind,
    A voice caressed my soul, painfully for I knew it was yours,
    And, though, the words were unrecognizable,
    The meaning leaked through my skin and stained it's presence like wine on a white cloth,
    I thought, right then, that I wouldn't care to lose these these secular things,
    For I found it all in you.