Fern_and_Lyla
When I die my laughter and my very breath will become apart of the wind. Twisting and turning with the cool autumn air. My flesh will decompose to feed a ring of toadstools red. One day my tome stone will erode away. Leaving only my bones behind as they stay longer than whatever legacy I will leave behind. Death is inevitable and we will all be forgotten in the ever changing waves of time. Washing over us all and eventually leaving nothing. For me there is a comfort in knowing that one day I will not be here anymore. One day all my mistakes will fade with my very being. And I will be free.