The mind empty, feeling uneasy at the inability to express how to feel.
Remember, when we used to wonder about the afterlife, and you'd say there was nothing but darkness?
This time, may you see the sights we dreamed at the dinner table; beautiful cities with wondrous skies.
...
Here it goes again, the mind fails as every moment slips its grasp.
Then it remembers the importance of your existence...
The endless cycle; fighting to remember, trying not to remember.
Rest well in the peace we have dreamed of,
Nos da.
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