when my farewell comes

 
 
 
   death is in my mind more or less everyday; I want my organs intact, and for myself to be buried the natural way ....  
 
 
   I don't care about a casket, or for an assembly with myself on display; I'd appreciate any loving words my loved ones has to say but I never chose to "live" my life that way(for the world to see);  
 
 
I never wanted much; just the simple things that bring balance to one's days; "life" often places road blocks in the way....  
 
 
reaching and keeping a peace of mind is the primary goal before that final day.... looking years into the future isn't practical; there's no promises for today....  
 
 
cold, dark, numb, and empty consume my core; just another day one's living for.. there's really nothing more....