I never thought that I would ever be happy at a funeral, but our Dear Ol’ Friend Content Marketing has passed away, and it is for the best.
May he rest in peace. Although, knowing him, ‘R.I.P’ probably means “Return If Possible” (#hashtag).
Floating above the world, looking down to an earth that is slowly getting smaller with every second that passes. As you rise higher you see the world with greater clarity, the bigger perspective emerges and you see everything as it is… and as it should be.
The more fuel you put in and the more weight you get rid off, the higher you go the further you travel. You move and the world goes silent. The only sounds that exist for you is that of your own fuel burning, the wind blowing and your heart pounding. It is an amazing journey, it does take skill, but its worth it.
These are my promises to my future wife. (I am not married as of writing this).
Death, My Dearest Friend
How wonderful it is to meet you again,
Your silent embrace calms the world and
sets forth new adventures for my soul.
If they dusted your heart for fingerprints, would they find mine?
Would they find my DNA upon your lips left behind from our last goodbye kiss?
Would historians ever be able to find evidence that I loved you?
That you Loved Me? That you. owned. me…
If I could, I would fathom myself into a constellation
I would lay my body between the heavens and the earth
just so that if you ever looked above you and said a prayer to God
I would make sure he hears you.