When I die, I want to be cremated, my ashes taken up in a small plane when snowing and sprinkled onto the people in town below. Let them think my body is snowflakes, sticking in their hair and on their shoulders and let me melt back into nature.
Friday, 8 January 2010
My last wish
When I die, I want to be cremated, my ashes taken up in a small plane when snowing and sprinkled onto the people in town below. Let them think my body is snowflakes, sticking in their hair and on their shoulders and let me melt back into nature.
