The day is fast approaching when I will slowly fade into obscurity. The calls and texts will steadily diminish as my name is no longer formed in the mouths of those close to me. My face will not be conjured up when I am addressed in conversation, I will be resigned to a person of a past life no longer lived. As melancholic as that may sound, I'm perfectly ready for this swift transition. This servant heart will be starved of life and subsequently snuffed out, allowing me to rest once more.