There wont be any stone on my grave, ofcourse
And no roses either you know
Because i will not Have a tombstone or grave
I actually wrote to Skogskyrkogården but they didn’t answer me

So when i die

And i hope many many years from now

My ashes should be spread
Somewhere
Somewhere i don’t know the destination to yet,
I Have no idea
Just as in my life
I dont know at all where i am, so How Can i know where i will be when im gone
But if i make the decision
Of the place for my ashes maybe it will be easier to know
Where im heading

Or maybe that is just a feeling and totally irrelevant to This present.

My heart felt like a stone but these words gave it life and warmth