Resite this at my funeral,
If I were ever thinking backwards,
Stuck in my past thoughts, past feelings, past doubts,
Past victories, past regrets, past loves; the past me,
I could never forget years into it's future.

And of all my beautiful people,—
I love you more than I would like to have known,
More than I would like to have experienced, more than
I would like to have told you in words.

At least in a subtle time, it felt so nice to dream;
As with eyes blinded to the harshest reality,
Seems just theory: to dream in a forced reality;
Unrealistic to your dreams. But be it the last I close my eyes;
Know that I would dream forever.

Forever seems found in death.
Eternity; the end of no end, we'll meet at our very end.

You're now dead!