A wish

After I'm gone, no one knows when their day will come, I fear what will become of my work, poetry, novels, songs, and even the articles on the blogs. No one in my family reads what I write, they're involved in their own lives naturally and they're not that interested in literature actually, they're just plain successful people who as far as I know never once gazed at the stars and thought to them selves this is too wide a universe for us to exist in alone, no one else but me adores to stand under a rain shower and let lighting and the sound of roaring thunder shake her upside down like a prayer sung by a Harlem choir, they're just plain successful people living totally in harmony with this plain society. So if some well known, profound, renowned, trustworthy writer passes this blog by any chance, and it so happens that I'm dead without having the opportunity to publish my work, which most probably will be the case, take it on your self, or anyone u trust, to publish it after I'm gone, providing that my legal heirs, most probably the off spring of my nephew and niece, get their fair share of the profits, if there is any, I'm sure that at least most of the poetry will be worth something. That's a wish that I hope would come true, and if mine were natural circumstances, I know my work would've been published, and I would've asked for help my self, I just don't want to be a burden with all the trouble I represent, and I'd hate to hurt my self too.