If there was any funeral in the world that I would attend...it would be my own funeral.
I am not one who seeks to end life in an early stage.
But I am one that seeks to watch my own funeral happen.
I wish I am up in the reddish-orange skies,
I am wearing a white dress with white pumps.
Do I wish I was a angel?
Maybe not?
Maybe I was wearing white to represent the innocence of the life that I was living in.
People that I know,
People that I care,
People that I know loved me,
Will be busy preparing my big event.
Some might cry,
Some might smile remembering the moments when I was alive,
While some I hope was sincere enough to look at me one more time.
I see my father, my mother, my brothers, my relatives, my friends, my teachers.
As I look down from the sky,
I noticed it was drizzling in planet earth,
It was no act of GOD,
It was the act of a girl who misses what was lying beneath.
It was the act of a girl who is crying over the things she knows is important to her.
Everyone had words from their hearts to say to me.
I hope all of them was truly from their own hearts.
They do not need a piece of paper in their hand,
But amazing memories that I once shared with them.
After everyone has said their part,
I wish people I loved and loved me
Will leave roses that are colored with deep red by my side.
I could even smell them from above.
I would want to see all of that happen.
I would want to see the people that cares enough to attend it.
But it does not mean I want to end life now.
It is too early to hope for that.
And I hope that this do come true at the right time, at the right place.
Joyerse.K
