#429-Little toe
03/10/2018
Even cities have a heart,
Veins,
Make believe limbs.
Me,
I like living far away,
In the extremities.
Out of sight.
Without worries.
And when my time arrives,
I’ll feel little.
No drama, funeral, fanfare.
Just disappearing quietly.
Simply, happily, naturally,
The way I dream.
