An overwhelming torrent of emotions flooded my mind.
Indescribable events turn happiness into melancholy.
A bed of roses for you, ascending to the land of the deity's, the human cage no longer bounds your soul.
Memories proceed you, one truly inspired because of you, is myself. Ways you showed, the old tools of the trade, intellect and brain.
The bound may exist for the body, but never exists for memories or souls, for they are but the souls possession alone.
Eternal slumber greets you with a welcome smile, and the promise of peace.