by readin my journal you have given me temperary control over you mind
the way i want to die
i want to die on a hill over looking the ocean slowly dissolving a way not painfully but feeling like someone is unravling me like a ball of yarn my mind replays my best memories i bring up my hand and see through the skin and bone on to the stars above my atoms slowly drift away like steem slowly at first then in plumes my clothes collapse with nothin to support them i drift into space slowley at first then quickly i say goodbye to the world and im going.....going......gone.