shallow as ur deepest thought
chaotic like ur organized world
i fiddle through the remains of my shoebox.
rubberbands. pencils. papers. ants.
i smile.
i found it.
to whom it may concern.
if u r reading this now this means i am dead ...
the letter continued to describe in details wat should i be wearing.
wat music should be played. wat flowers to be placed.
wat color should be inside my little space.
it continued to thank all the people that i loved and who loved me back.
claiming that i have no possesions of my own that are of any value.
shouting out to the world that i only have my love to leave u with.
i demanded no tears yet welcomed any kind of beer.
i signed it off bidding u goodbye hoping that one day we will meet in the sky.
i fold down the papers. brush off the ants.
cracking up with laughter.
i hide it again.
if u find it
play the game and do the same.