But why does it matter?

It is a pretty thing to be a memory, I think.

But pretty, also, to be outgrown.

But then, I have always felt too small to be outgrown..

An abandonment, instead of an outgrowing..

You must show your face to still be seen.

Stupid fox. <3

Maybe wanting to be remembered is like wanting a crystalized, definitive form.

If it is to end, then wanting it to end definitively, beautifully, in a way that does not overshadow the way it existed.

Rather than dribbling out and on like a thread of snotty spittle

expectoration is not so ugly a way to go as it sounds I imagine. Metaphor charges all things for better or worse to their extremes.

There will always be a place for you to return to. i don't blow my nose, anywho.

gross.