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.