what's the point of this day?
black clouds covering the blue sky
and the flowers in this field are beginning to die.
i hold up my right hand as it feels as if it's withering as
one of those beautiful pieces of art
God himself painted on the canvas of the earth; the ground.
i recall the day i caressed your cheek with the tip of a tulip,
the stem in between my fingers.
is this is a deep breath or sigh?
i've already become confused with this process.
it's just another moment, another time.
standing here with my arms folded across my chest
and my eyes closed while i feel the night air's finger tips
lingering across my face,
i cant help but want to die.
this is where i belong, this is where i'll be forever.
this is the earth, this is nature.
i'll become apart of you as you breathe in.
when you laugh, when you speak, when you cry.
you will gasp and take me in your lungs,
the closest i'll ever be to your heart.


this is where i will die.