I would try to clean up some things in the lives of those I care for— even though I maybe arguably shouldn't. Would invest in several communities aka the youth aka the future and hope they had better experiences here than I. And I would put some aside for my perfect kitty, who has kept me from doing it before because I don't want to leave her fated to be unloved and miserable as I have been.
I would search for another way to get to the love of my life who died. And if I couldn't find it, I'd take myself home to the Islands and ctb there, while the colors saturate my eyes and mind one last time, and end dropping into the sea.
There's only one thing in this life that's ever given me enough hope to maybe see the sun rise all my possible days, a person, one single man— a man who was truly good and kind and bright, who lit up the world wherever he encountered it, even me, and he was swiftly taken.
As it stands, I will likely die in the streets, where I am now. And that seems …like stagnant poetry. Akin with almost all the rest, save him.