I oscillate between nihilism and optimism over and over and over and over. My heart is a heavy burden, but it doesn't compare to all that I know nothing of. The despair and the hopelessness hold hands with joy and love. They say each of us are vessels of the universe through which it can experience life. Nearly 25 years in this body and I cannot fathom where I'll be at the end of my time. I only wish to have planted enough seeds in life to find my soul at peace with what has grown in my place. I'll gladly return to dust and dirt and compost, if my remains can be cast asunder. Fertilizer for those seedlings of mine and food for the miniscule critters, hardly more than detritous under thine fingernails. I'll be that which I admired most, the earth and all it's wonders within where i am no longer. Nothing left but whispers on wind, and sunlight on your face.
