I want to leave my fingerprints sprawled
all over the facets of my time.
Want to leave my heartbeat thumping loudly
in the ears of all I encounter.
Have the echo of my laugh in the darkest corners – a silver lining from beyond the clouds,
a cosmic ray from outer space.
I want to do more than exist. I want to thrive, not just for me
But for every face.
Be the love that shuts down demons like a thunderclap from the almighty himself.
The honesty that tears down walls and shreds resistance like a gossamer bulldozer.
I want the memory of me to be more than the girl who wrote or
the girl who never stopped laughing.
I want to be the girl who saw through the bullshit
and cut through it with tactful comedic relief.
The girl whose eyes were a kaleidoscope of hopes and dreams
Whose soul was a magnet attracted to your opposing charge,
despite the fact that sometimes she repelled herself.
The girl who loved with fierce devotion,
enough to set self-combust.
Forever incapable of compliance.
A blazing heath, like a sky of fire.
More than life. More than anything.