The rest of the world turns, and I no longer with it.
My body shall decay amongst the rest,
if I get lucky, flora may sprout from my grave.

Death is a natural thing,
all our stories come to an inevitable end,
leaving behind nothing but a faceless tombstone
and the memories of others,
until one day they die too.

But we do not live to die,
we live to live,
to learn and grow
and be the people we are.

My story is over,
but yours are not,
so celebrate my life,
dance on my grave if you must,
and forget me,
only so that you may live
as well as I once did.