Nature in its way is like the last One, dead, although the different reaction last One left on us will not be the same as the death of nature, flowers will not grow on its grave, neither will it unmilk the bees nor milk it.

Every day we meet him, for some of us his's the first face we see, him will guide us to him and when two of him, flowers grow again.

The desperation in a sinking battleship made them canon out, 1 asked to aim for water, as waves will guide him home. One aimed for the sky, he was the captain worthy of going to the clouds and leaving them behind. one asked to be aimed at a near deserted island, why? He has flower seeds in his pockets they will grow and feed on him, but on sand they won't grow.

We never see him, we never talk about him, we never talk to him, we never care for him as we don't know him, but you are not one of us, speak to him, care for him you must know him, don't be everything to him, as flowers don't need everything to grow.

My pleasure my love my honor my being my seeing my theeing my keen, hand me, mine won't grow as One.

Putting pride aside and nationalists aside, July.

May I eat meaning eat I may

possess the will to possess a will deep within my gut well

devour before devoured

the same cycle continues

The time of grave is long and painful, after a few weeks I seem to forget things I knew of people, I wonder if after that while I'll forget everyone who seemed important to me, or if the living will forget every bit of me, that's why I wouldn't like to be reborn again death cuts you off from where you've been and suddenly rexisting after 200 years of death will bring you to another stop where no one knows you and you know no one, only left is you to know yourself someone not all of us know.

After a while of being born and dying a person becomes desensetized to both and all of their weights. The less you become invested and no longer enjoy life or aim for the better, I guess our short lives push us into doing things we would delay making the best of what we have.

If we reached our lives limit and we knew our death's time, not announcing before is just a pain to walk between who and who knowing that you'll never see them again when they don't, walking past them when said is also a guilt of being a liar, a deterrence.

I don't like having weight on my chest (except if the weight is my boobs) and neither do I want it on others, this is not a call for help nor a lap to cry on, I'll be back by July.