I like the idea that reincarnation exists
Because that means I chose to come back
Hundreds and hundreds of times
To live and breathe
To swim in lakes and stare at mountains
And love the people I meet and laugh so loud
And hold your hand and wish on shooting stars
To cry salty tears and collect silly little trinkets
To eat sweet foods and miss my friends when I'm lonely
And buy groceries and do my laundry a hundred more times
That I chose to do it all one more time
Because it's such a beautiful thing

Even the pain tastes like memory