On my last breath, I finally realized what he meant to me…
He had been with me all along yet I had ignored him.
He had gifted me his purity and I had vented out my pollution.
He had surrounded me with calm and quiet but I had pierced him with noise.
I was selfish. He was generous.
I was asleep. He was present.
I was me. He is air.
As my corpse lies motionless, he, my friend, parcels me into infinite pieces to be blown to all corners of this vast universe as new me.