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"You create the meaning, it is all up to you"


my decomposing flesh could suit the earth well
giving nourishment to fungi
family to floral growth
one-sided friendship to insects
and consumption to wildlife

turn me into a natural work of art and
allow laced and wound roots to 
make a home of my softened torso
and a source of life in what is
vulgar and physically
touched by death
but graced by new found sentience

“You were a god in my eyes, above the clouds, above the skies.”

Bear's Den, Pompeii
a never-ending list of song lyrics i'll probably never get over
(via qoetry)