Unresolved Phrases of Sound.

When I die,
I hope that I leave behind nothing but beautiful.
I wish with every piece of my soul,
that my body does not engulf it;
that every breath I take reaches deep into my insides
and finds its way into adoration.

I hope that every dark nook
holds nothing but radiance,
because life is radiance.
Because I am taking in life,
through these lungs,
leaving it to digest in my ribcage.

I want to exhale
and make the sun sick with envy;
because I never burned you,
left your skin with scars of adventures in my light.
I will reflect through my veins a brighter light
than that of coursing rivers,
always changing.
I am always changing.
Never will your eyes rest upon my being
and find complacence in contentment.

Through these broken things,
I want to salvage what is graceful
and paint it upon my skin
so that my pores will know life's beauty
each moment they breathe.

I won't forget to breathe.


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