LET IT BE YOU

I die the way i like, the time i choose, and where ever i want. No one but the Universe itself will determine my path.

Ironically, you are the Universe, dear reader. You and I are one.
You breathe the air that escaped my throat. I step on the ground, which you digested. I am you and will pass like you, but in my own image. Let’s not forget that.

Let it be you.