What I want

in the last few seconds of my life, i had a sudden, incredible idea

I decided to write a list of things i had wanted to complete in my life

it was simple,

nothing complicated

just a list of regret and indignant memoirs,

Things i’d rather forget

memories i never had but wanted to obtain

thoughts that I wanted to allow to envelop my brain

before death

and - i guess it’s not a huge deal

i scribbled and scrambled as I scratched a preamble

“i died on this day”

and in the simplest of worlds my dreams would be fulfilled

the world would flock to me and my happiness would build

i would live the sweetest life before death

but regretfully, the world is not aware of a simple, quiet passing such as mine

i don’t really know how to expand on that, it’s too hasty

Breaky

You see,

that’s all that really is left

until my death, in a few seconds

I want to be remembered

I want to be loved

I want to be known

I want stories to be passed on

I’m worthy
I’m important

I’m not ready to-