living

Here is something I wrote to inspire me to simply live, even when I have nothing.

Listen up, because when I speak it's solid like concrete.
But soon enough it'll evaporate into thin dust and swiftly speed its way up. To tickle the toes of the God, so my place in heaven will be guaranteed.
But regardless of your beliefs I will dive and die, seep and sink into the soils to grow as a red wood tree. Thousands of years a Red wood tree. I will live old and my branches will grow for life to live on me.
But if they don't let me die of age, I will proudly timber myself. For I will be the paper poets write on, the pencils that artists dabs on, and the rich checks you all sign on. So, pay your fucking taxes and let me be a light, floating, spinning 360 degrees, so when you're lost in sea you'll find a way home.
When I die I will divide into unspeakable things; the pollen that floats, the molecules and substances you breathe. And during spring you will be allergic to me, you will inhale me, you will sneeze me, and you will dispose of me into the Southern Seattle chilling breeze and I will travel.
Point is.... I will be useful for every breath I breathe.

Jullien Avondo