Night song

When I die, I want there to be dirty dishes in the sink and laughter filling my ears. I want the sky to be heavy with night songs. I want to know that I tried and failed, loved and lost, smiled and cried. I want to know that I was human, not a saint. When I die, I want all the words to be said, all the emotions released, all the regrets aired and accepted, all the lessons learned.

I want the world to know that I had the best life ever.

When I die, I hope no one does my dirty dishes. Leave them. Go for a walk instead.

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