One day I am gonna die and what will be left?
My cold dead corpse, motionless, lifeless will be rushed to the inferno
It will burn the skin, the bones and my form in which I walked this earth for a while
My dead cellular particles will be inseparable from the ashes
Small packages of my memories which I stashed over the years will be evitable for a while
My books bearing my name will be tossed out
My collection of novels that held my emotions in form of markings of pen or tears will be dealt with
My journals with glimpses of me will be pointless and will be ripped page by page
They will all die, just slower than I will
My pointless collection of clothes and shoes
My jewelry pieces which I hold so dear
Things I don't imagine to live without
They will die with me
Everything will be distributed
I will be scattered in this crowded world and slowly I will cease to exist
The space that I held together as my space will be encroached by others
I will be replaced to make place for new
My thousands of memory stirring photographs will be hidden to stop creating tear laden reminders
I will die in an instant and my image will die slowly till I won't exist at all.
