Living Ghost of Past Memories

NEAR the end of everything life became more clearer the whisper became loudly: i should be laughing i should be crying i should be hanging --- up there so do not come to my grave because i am still walking {i am not there] do not bring me flowers because i left my heart beneath a growing garden (it's all witihin my will) You know that love desires valleys so deep like an ocean and the highest of hills within its swollen rolls like a mystery mixed in a potion And everything is made of love; like a thousand winds that blow like a smile it kills the heart's pain Unlike the day the world came apart and the sun burned out and the moon fell down and the fire became so cold So i am dead but still walking: the living ghost of past memories. :: 05-31-2018 ::