#2

**please refer back to the entry titled ‘Do It!’ for an explanation**

Write about your death.

Morbid, but it’s hard to think about, so it’d be intriguing to hear.

<3 you.

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i am terrified of dying without love.
nothing lasts forever, what makes love the exception?
i read a book once,
a girl so desperate for control she decided to
pick the day of her death.
she gave God the middle finger and stepped into the road,
and when that didn’t work, she went home and swallowed
bitter pills
and when that didnt work she got knocked up and pregnant;
locked herself in her car with the fumes snaking into her nostrils.
and she was gone.

control, i crave it,
control, some days i have to have it.
but could it take me? 

you ask me about my death:
imagine…
beautiful in my old age. 
white hair flowing around me,
billowing in a field, where i let myself fall
asleep
alone
naked
smiling
peaceful
and when they find me, they’ll say “lovely” and smile too.
(i won’t have a funeral)

bury me in the sand;

let me sail away…