I have decided that there are only a few ways I’d like to live and die. Raise and murder me in solitude. Let me be reborn into the muted beauty of a spring in the wood. Drown me in the trees, use the night sky to bury me alive and then pull me from the womb of the universe. Don’t trust me with silence. Let the books be my parents and the mind my kin. Give me life in the old, give me peace.
[Written November 14th, 2016]