hear me out
breaks myself into tiny fucking pieces so maybe i can go to all the places in the world i wont have the time or the money to see in my life time. becomes dust that floats in the air so that maybe i will know the softness it takes to be weightless, of the many. transcend the fineness of hair so i can collect on every item you have ever held onto; i will be with you always even if only the smallest part of me. pull myself apart at the molecular level so that maybe i can become something else entirely instead of being fused wholly to the product of something that should have never been made








