when i do

will i die lonely, a bucket of tears and photographs to remind me that i once lived? will you mourn or simply nod in passing, a sad life, ended poorly, might as well have gone sooner, cause noone really noticed...i build my life around experience, this i did, this i skipped out on, these people i loved and despised in turns. i trust you all with my soul, knowing that knowledge is only skin deep, we all are, and we are all so subjective...like forests...like sunrise...like smoke or steam we bend around this earth, waiting for meaning and purpose, only given with love...love and love and love...like fire or grass. simple and hard work to nurture.