💌 i thought i’d share a poem-in-progress. although i’m undecided regarding my current beliefs about the afterlife, i find it incredibly calming to know that scientifically, we’re never really gone. when i pass away, i hope that whatever i leave behind can be used to help as many people possible (ie. organ transplants) but what’s left from that i really just want turned into mulch. after all, what’s the point of having your body chill in a lonely box for eternity?? i want my remains to contribute to as much good as possible, as that’s my goal for life in general. if i’m not composted and used to help fertilize a garden or forest or something, i assure you my ghost will haunt whoever’s responsible.