But where do we go when we die
One day I’ll be a name,
A scribble of a signature,
An old black and white picture,
A whisper.
You’ll remember me, faintly.
It’s strange how a person can become nothing.
Their finger prints fade and they no longer linger.
Into the unknown they go,
But I do not fear the unknown. Like the ones who have went before me, I will become it.
I welcome what comes next.
Watch as I become oblivion.
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I love the last line!
I, too, love the last line. It feels almost like a dare.