"i’m sad and idk how to feel better"
"i don’t know what to draw"
"i always mess up"
"BUT I SUCK"
In the lingering moments before you die, your body releases DMT. The same drug that makes you dream. The same drug found in every living being. It is not an evolutionary trick to make you survive. Your body is choosing to release this drug now because it believes your fate is too grim for you to comprehend. So you dream. You dream that everything will be fine. you dream that nothing happened. It’s in this moment that your body sits across from you. It tells you ‘looks like we’re not gonna make it this time’. It shares a cigarette with you as you recollect the past before soon parting ways back to the atomic ether. Your body does this because it loves you. You have never met anyone like your body. It has been with you every day, good or bad. It’s even kept a journal of your life carved in scars.
After the earth dies, some 5 billion years from now, after it’s burned to a crisp, or even swallowed by the Sun, there will be other worlds and stars and galaxies coming into being - and they will know nothing of a place once called Earth.