Today as I was crossing the street I hoped that every car that passed me by would offer me the kindness of running me over.
It’s lunch time here but after choking back days of crushing sadness, I can’t seem to find an appetite. Do you find it hard to swallow? Actually, don’t answer that, it’s probably best that I don’t know.
John, can you believe it? That all these people just exist and keep existing as the world crumbles and falls apart? Don’t they know it’s over?
I remembered that the desert is cold at night and open.. like a barren ocean. This is exactly how I feel, John. Speaking of, did you know The Great Barrier Reef is dying? They’re calling it a “mass bleaching event”. The coral turns ivory white when it dies. It becomes the ocean’s bones and then the ocean’s dust. I’m convinced there’s no respite in this entire world.
If you do come back, can you promise that I will never find out? In fact, can you disappear altogether? Just vanish? It seems like a lot to ask, I know, but how else am I expected to survive?
John, I.. I feel as though, you’ve let me walk into this black hole. I wish you had warned me..
Yes, yes, I know.
I always knew this would happen, I just wasn’t ready to let go.
– sheila c.