I believe in death.
I believe in all that comes with it.
I believe in saying goodbye.
I believe in rebuilding virtue.
I believe in the crawlspace and all the secrets we hide.
I believe in hot trucks and windows rolled up.
I was proving a point.
I believe in touching the tomb nestled in the cracks.
I've seen and heard the birds flying overhead,
discouraged and shitting as they see fit.
R. M. S. 17