Seahorse home

angel syndrome's picture

The bathtub near-empty, scab-skin and saliva once submerged, a body kissing the filth with a black-hole mouth, and it came to the same.

We're all made of the same things - carbon and dust. The human being may very well delude itself into thinking there is something else, as though being nice and quiet is to be rewarded later, as though we are all being watched, always. Surely there is nothing wrong with simply living, dying and decomposing within the Earth? The Earth gives you all you have and all you need, and in the end it is only right that your bones return to it, no? It's nothing scary - it's just the way things are, no matter how large the box you're buried in is.

I had a thought the other day that I would very much like to be buried at sea, and maybe my ribcage would become some sort of home for a seahorse or coral or algae.

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poetic_star's picture

Very intuitive. I really

Very intuitive. I really enjoyed this part: "I had a thought the other day that I would very much like to be buried at sea, and maybe my ribcage would become some sort of home for a seahorse or coral or algae."

It's full of charm and unique beauty :)

Bosemaster42's picture

Commendable attitude,

toward the inevitable truth of life.

jeff's picture

Well...

Your ribcage is already a warm, inviting home now, no?

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"You can judge the whole world on the sparkle that you think it lacks" - Dawes, When My Time Comes (http://youtu.be/Z0FrcTX6hWI)

elph's picture

I must restrain myself...

'nuff said! :)

Just a bit envious, however!

angel syndrome's picture

Envious of..?

Envious of..?

elph's picture

Anyone who...

--- though adolescence may lay years in the past --- can continue to construct such vivid waking dreams. :)

angel syndrome's picture

I'm still an adolescent at

I'm still an adolescent at nineteen and these are real thoughts... not daydreams.

elph's picture

As for adolescence...

being in the distant past:

(1) I was referencing myself, not you. :(

(2) Not sure there's a significant distinction for me between "dreams" (awake or otherwise) and "thoughts" of what "could be!"

angel syndrome's picture

So you're envious of

So you're envious of yourself?

elph's picture

No... that's a lie! :)

My mistake... too much time has elapsed with Oasis being so cantankerous.

Anyway... my actual inference was meant to say that I was envious of Jeff being knowledgeable concerning the warmth of your ribcage. (Of course... I don't really believe this!)

Make sense?

OK?