Mad World by Michael Andrews
And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I’ve been invaded by this black hole that’s tearing me apart. It attacks very subtle, silently, precise and it’s an unstoppable force, it’s the enemy from within, and i have nothing left to defend myself with.
where once there was a little sparkle is now only a shadow
this urn will turn you into a tree after you die
You can choose what kind of tree you want to become
Idk I just find this beautiful
just imagine cemeteries looking like this
a forest of living, changing, beautiful trees. I think a tombstone holds much more finality in death than a tree. It’s like you are living on symbolically through something greater than yourself.
this is a serious post about how much I want this. I’ll make sure my family knows.
is this how dreams come true?
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