I've been thinking about dying a lot lately.
A few days ago, I dreamt about my funeral.
I couldn't see their faces,
save the blur of unhappiness
filling the room.
Close the door behind you, use your late night push.
Be ready for the stories,
the aches and pains.
Silence brings me home.
5 parlez:
how were you..the dead you?
my dead-fern dreams usually feel pretty good.
It wasn't a particularly uplifting dream, fern.
you know, now that i'm thinking about it, i don't die in my dreams. everyone else does. not all in the same dream, but eventually. huh
orangefrute88,
I was always of the understanding that you couldn't 'die' in your own dreams.
Emos.
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