In My Mind

In my mind,

I will never pass this year.

I will die on my way to December

In my mind,

There are no things that I love more

than the idea of eternity with myself

Erasing  the bruises with love and forgiveness

From me

For me

In my mind,

I died already

And this poem is my eulogy.

Thank you.

For those hugs you gave me before.

Let me dig my own grave for a moment

I will definitely see you on the other side (or maybe not)