I hope one day, I will come home. The sun will be shining bright outside and I will be laying in my bed perfectly still while tears cascade down my face unto my pillow. I will not be sad on that day. I will watch as my room grows darker and darker as the sun sets and I will slowly feel the decomposition of my skin into earth mud. By the next morning, the earth mud is fertile enough for other life and flowers will grow from the fertilizer.















