Do you sometimes feel you could die today and the world would just move on without you.
Not noticing your pass.
No friends or family would drop a tear and maybe that’d be okay.
Your energy could be dispersed and you could do whatever you believe happens when you die.
But Maybe you’d run into someone someday you’ve never met and they tell you that you meant the world to them and when you died they died and they still cry because they lost you without ever having you.
Wouldn’t that be sad?
I think that is what true love is.

I want to be buried in a field. A nameless shallow grave.
No flowers from no visitors but those the wind brings.
And when it rains I want it to pour and wash away my skeletons sadness and maybe we can be friends. My body and the rain.
It could be nice.