scorpion grass

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when i am gone, whether it be today or some quiet tomorrow, this journal will remain— keeping the age i left it in, living with the words i once gave life to. the tree i planted will grow beyond my years; it'll keep living for me the planktons in the sea that caught my eye will never fade from what can be. i may wander far, i may get lost, and may never be the closest, but let me stay unforgotten, as a sunbeam breaking through the pine forest. like petrichor, like the fog that lingers over the morning dew, be the scorpion grass in every field you see; let me live in you.