So..how does one say goodbye
To everyone he's ever known?
For I think I'm about to take a journey, you see.
Somewhere far beyond the walls of sleep.
It's NOT the kinda place you can send postcards from.
Least I don't think it is.
Then again...
Aren't gravemarkers the ultimate "wish you were here" letter?
Thing is...
I DON'T wish you were here.
Here bears this uncanny resemblance to Hell, you see.
I'm pretty sure, if I look fast enough, I'd see Hitler, painting roses.
It's like waiting at the bus stop, or train station though.
The waiting kills, you see.
And no, the irony of waiting to die,
Is indeed NOT lost on me.
I'm not especially good at goodbyes, you know.
I just know I'm going..somewhere..
Not the kinda place one finds in a travelogue, though.
Unless it's written by Rod Serling.
The thought occurs to me..
Am I stalling for time?
Am I then scared of death?
If so, I'm a damn sight less scared of it than of this.
They say when one's at the Station,
One should have no regrets.
Bully for them.
Whoever "they" are.
I believe in love.
Do you?
