Instead would you just throw me into the woods, so plants can wildly send their roots into me, and deer can come and mate right above my head. I want the seasons to take me, to change me, to bear my body and for my matter to matter. I yearn to be engulfed by life. To be wildly devoured by every precious critter that I could never even fully attend to. For the colors to shift, the soil to know my blood, and the rain to sink into my skin. To return to my most primary, primal and fulfilling nature.