A burning news is received, only three hours left to live, in a non-violent manner, sweeping to death.

News been received, and with no other option than accepting it.

 

A bridge is formed between life and death, it is heavy and spooky to be going to the other side, or to the void…

 

This means farewell to life…

A farewell to your dreams and thoughts of the future,

Your loved ones, even without a chance to say goodbye.

Your friends, friendships,

Perhaps to people you hate or envy, and were dreaming of seeing in misery one day,

All the emotions and thoughts that you’ve had and felt so far, all that made you what you are,

Time to farewell…

 

To your puppy at home, who waits for you to feed him,

That joyful stranger you decided to meet next time you see,

Your mom, dad, son, daughter, old friend, new friend, that person you met last month and was thinking of going further with, to the porter in your building, the infleuntial speaker you listen to on youtube everyday, the journalist you read, novelist, all the kids you know, all the animals, all those mirrors you’ve looked into, everytime you were angry and admirant of yourself,

To yourself,

Your body, your identity,

Your fears and angst, your cloudy forecast about the future, worries, weaknesses and all the lies you’ve told,

Yourself, your own voice and appearance, hair and skin,

To all,

This means a farewell to all.

 

Last few hours of being me and mine, got to strip off of everything

With no other way possible…

 

How heavy it is, the ending of everything,

How scary is the magnitude and strangeness of the peace just formed inside me

Never felt this much of comfort, fear, pain, joy and rage

 

But got to strip off of all this, all that makes me myself got to go away,

And while I go,

I can’t think of those who’ll cry for me