“Nature is infinite. Everything is reciprocal, everything evolves together, everything cross-pollinates. Nothing is stagnant. If you’re stagnant in nature, you die.” – Martin Dunkerton
Fiction. Based on a True Prayer.
This journal entry is inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional.
I want to die in a fog covered forest.
Under a tree, whose leaves cry onto me.
This quiet, forlorn place buries my heart,
Deep into the soil, feeding richer lives.
I want to die and nourish something better.
Envelope myself into the earth.
Placing my shaking hands in dirt,
My essence evaporates through my skin to the sun.
Dead leaves hide my flesh from searching eyes.
Peaceful silence eases my pain,
Moss grows from within my veins,
Wraps me in a blanket of emerald.
Tree bark grinds my spinal cord.
Body belongs to the soil of years past.
I want to die and ascend to the earthy haven.
Let these raindrops roll off my cheeks,
We all know hurt, it’s how we accept it.
My penance is this forest
I will fade into time here, under this tree.
With turning leaves shedding tears onto me.