i don’t subscribe to the concept of permanence, in both a tangible and intangible way.

for one, permanent things are used relatively. permanent red dye will turn your hair a muddy orange after sitting with friends in the hot sun. permanent tattoo ink fades after years of wear on skin, even with the upmost care.

but there’s also feelings and sensations. love runs out after a while. the feelings you get in your chest when you get to the top of a rollercoaster will eventually fade into a fit of screams and giggles as you rush down the steep angle.

nothing is permanent when faced with the grand span of time and our unimaginable, eventual, and refreshing, demise.

the sun will implode on itself, and i hope to do the same. earth will be eaten by the blast of billions of atoms splitting into cosmically small pieces.

i want to die in a way that reminds the world that nothing is permanent. i want to shatter a galaxy with my spontaneity and vigor. i want to live and die. i want to create and destroy. i want to decorate myself in a way that will never matter in the history of space and the universe.

life ends, but what if it begins again?

the tiny measurements of space dust left in the massive debris is the same thing that was us and that will be the next world.

yes we will all fade away. yes the sun will implode on itself. but our beings, our space dust, has the power to build entire galaxies, holds the potential of new life.

no nothing is permanent. dye your hair. ride rollercoasters. fall in love.

the sun is preparing for our date, we better not disappoint.

i lie down in the deep prairie, allowing myself to take a look at the sky above me. you are wonderful, as is the earth.

i imagine every blade of grass as a finger tickling my skin.

i dream that every brush of of a leaf against my legs are the swinging and anxious legs of yours.

i imagine the flower in my hair is your hand carding through the strands but getting stuck in a tangle. it makes us giggle.

i dream that the bees floatinyg above me are two lovers hunting for their next adventure in this mass of land.

what a glory it is to be loved by one so beautiful.