A Scattered Soul
I keep losing parts of my soul.
They are still mine, but they stay in their own memory —
knowing nothing but that memory,
reliving it for the rest of their time down here.
And when God finally comes to take me,
comes the end of my mortal life,
my soul will have been scattered in pieces
around the places I visited in my short stay.
I hope he then forgives them,
spreading them among the stars,
like they always wished to be.
The last wish of a grieving soul.