Some day I will die too, someday I will lose all my beauty bloom , someday I will have weaken bones and someday I will fall down ... That day is someday . I guess it was not this day . And when I will be no longer here , I wonder when and who will remember me , what they will remember about me ? This questions hunts me every night and day .. what will they remember? I thought about it ,,, but I concluded, in the fact that I was never there for anyone . I was here in a isolated world of my own, contemplating ,understanding myself and writing on this blog all alone . On second thought why do I even want to be remembered ? Oh yes ! If I dig in inner core , I don't want to be remembered I would like an easily go . No one crying on the funeral. It will kill my departed soul to see tears on those I love the most . Feel sorry and guilty for the sorrow ..
And when I die I wish noone cries, I wish noones feels that it is end of his life.
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