Reunion

The world will go on even after you, because it doesn’t care.

But it’s not just made of leaves, it is made of people too. And when that day comes, I will return to the soil I call home, I will be reunited with each root and blade of grass.

I guess the world doesn’t care, it will go on, I want it to.

Leaves and people, they are all the same.

Temporary.