when i die...

burn me.

i don’t care about what i wear,

things said in remembrance, 

or songs that are played for me.

it will all probably be wrong anyways

burn me.

take the ashes to a field of wildflowers,

and lay me down.

i want to spend eternity among them,

gazing at the clouds speeding by.

leave me be.

that was one of my favorite things to do, 

when i was alive.

so, i wouldn’t mind doing that for eternity.

fuck the rest.