Funeral

The service, if at all you plan one, should be scheduled at night.
For I am still not a morning person.
No fancy ceremonies. No dress code.
Come as you wish.
The latest belief I am toying with is vibrations,
(and not me) affect life.
The only belief that stuck through all fads is I am a soul primarily; and that soul is a synonym for a phoenix...it will rise out of its ashes.
So, no fancy ceremonies or dress code.
Just some positive vibrations. To guide the soul up and away.
Let it soar some before it gravitates down and gets caged in frivolous entanglements.
When, do you ask?
Well, no particular date too.
For death of a soul is a continuous process.
Parts of it are stiffled, bit by bit, by words, lack of them, volleyed with emotions or their absence, a look or turning away...
snuffed out by such frivolity.
So no ceremonies, no dress code and no date.
Create your own invite.
RSVP to your own soul.
Thank you...in advance, forever.