The day I died

I was thinking about time

and how I wish people turned into grass,

the thick one,

the big, green and hard one

that you respect and try not to ruin.

I was thinking about how I feel

when I read

when I lay on my stomach

and eat my whole heart out.

I was thinking about kinder days

when everything feels okay,

when I feel okay

and I feel the air around me

moving and blowing as if I didn't exist.

I was thinking about love

and art and all the tender things

that make me feel human.