My body is fragile; as if made from broken pieces of porcelain so carefully molded together.
My soul is a glimmering light, trying to escape the incarceration of my mind.
My cosmic consciousness was meant to fly,
Pure potential in the highest reaches of the sky.
This ground is only temporary.
This intricately constructed body is only a vessel for this mere short time.
My spirit will ascend to the celestial purgatory amongst the billion of stars that met the eye.
Blessed will those humble people be that shall find beauty in the crepuscular light of my shine a thousand years after my physical body has died.