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..like the trees around me

I will grow tall like the trees around me any day now, soon. My fingers will blossom into fragile mathematical shapes; lilac scented. I will look at the sky all day, unconscious, unafraid, remain perfectly calm and unattached.
I was dead for much longer than I am alive. Death in not unknown, it feels like going back home.