I feel like right after the light flashes past my eyes, I will experience happiness. I feel like when I die, memories will crash into my soul and tear me at the seams. I feel like I am free, my darling, as I say goodbye to the birds, to the trees, to the leaves, and to you. Do you hear the tune of the lovebirds singing above my head? Oh, do you hear the swishing of the water? How it crashes into shells that ache to decorate the eyes of d