Text: Querencia. My Living Will.

like limbs of a tree, the older we get the more rigid we grow, and more bound to break. the earth is forgotten as we reach the sun. described by most as treating your life like a joke,well if that's the case, then why can't i laugh at myself? this is an obituary, for who I used to be. this is an invitation, addressed to the world, to bite the hand that feeds, to slash the tyrant wrist that holds the leash, it stings a bit at first but please believe, the pain will go away. the pain will subside. we are, the angry tide. we are, the burning rage. the birds that hate the cage. this is the final age! we are, the blank page. and in your name i scream for more. you can't tell what i will say even when it's written on my face, because no ones ever been there, and i have never been scared. blacks and whites will mix to gray, i wouldn't want it any other way. drink from the sea it tastes like blood, eat from the earth it tastes like flesh. decide! become your own guide. we carry a cross a burden born of our fears. we're counting the seconds until our redemption. well i've forgiven myself, and for the first time i can let go...