Chapter 2
Just freaking kill me. I mean it old yeller me and get it over with. I am just renting this body anyway.. people feel that death is a thing to be mourned or feared or offensive.. we pity the people who mourn, because we want to own things.. own people, not in the mason dixie line sense but objectify them none the less.. take their time, their thoughts, feelings, middle of the legs parts for pleasure.. yet with no real connection to the emotional depth of the soul soup..we are always wanting and cravings and grasping and holding on to what we feel we think we need this or that but once you really let go.. you realize that you don't have to front no more especially to that body in the mirror as you ask them to make a change.. even though you may want more chance and your old life back in your heart and isn't easy abc 123.. I can assure you of that.. it is easy to present the beauty parts after feeling like a monster for so long. Yet seeing death and looking it in the eyes and you realize we are all a Thanos snap in the wind. What do you see in your personality that you truly enjoy and not body itself? What don't want to cover up but let yourself say world this is me and all my scars.. I ready to be vulnerable with it all. The body that is dead in this story is not an actual dead body. Yet is just an image of what a body is for your viewing pleasure.
Snap.
Oh fuuuuck. Look magic now it is dust in the bowl.