yeah

rapscallionyouth

they say that when you die
you get to go to this dark room
wearing your favorite pants and coat
then somebody asks you to empty out your pockets
and in your pockets are all the memories of your life
everything...through your walk in this world
little trinkets, pictures, stones, and what have you

you lay it all out on an old wooden table
going through the pieces and parts
pretty sunsets and broken hearts
those crazy lovers and your favorite friend
all the tears and smiles until the end

you put it all in the blue flame
take a big hit and hold it in
it all becomes a part of your soul
and you explode with the power of a giant supernova
spreading each speck across the universe
again to become alive...
driving forward and in reverse
with thoughts and emotions
solving those crazy math equations

to love and be loved
to bleed and be bled
to live a life...to be sacred