Meh, I want to leave nothing behind. Live like I die, and no one is allowed in on it. A death just for me.
I want to leave no mark. May my flesh rot and become the earth, may my bones crumble to dust and become fertilizer, may my grave be unmarked and unknown except for the plants that feed upon me.
Legacy is for the ego and mine doesn’t exist. The world is a mess and it doesn’t need me tugging futilely on the wisps of strings I can barely reach, hoping to unravel a knot that others keep tying.
I’m glad you found joy, I am tired of people, and have nothing left to share.
Meh, I want to leave nothing behind. Live like I die, and no one is allowed in on it. A death just for me.
I want to leave no mark. May my flesh rot and become the earth, may my bones crumble to dust and become fertilizer, may my grave be unmarked and unknown except for the plants that feed upon me.
Legacy is for the ego and mine doesn’t exist. The world is a mess and it doesn’t need me tugging futilely on the wisps of strings I can barely reach, hoping to unravel a knot that others keep tying.
I’m glad you found joy, I am tired of people, and have nothing left to share.