Dear Self.
I don't know who you are, or what you are anymore. In days like these; I can't be the one to judge--all that matters is that you can read this. This means that your cognitive abilities are still intact--unlike the rest of our world
You and I are nothing alike. We share the same world, live on the same fluids, and, live the same life. Day in and day out, I struggle to supply the impulses that influence you. It is vividly evident that my life--is near its end. You and I were such pals in our yesteryears; I remember our fondest moment together. Your heart churned, your lungs raced; I had to produce more enzymes just to keep pace. You stared across that parking lot at her as if you first laid eyes upon your God. Her transcendent aura illuminated something deep within you. I felt it race over me like a club to the head. You and I both struggled to comprehend who we were looking at.
Was she an angel? Was this just a wildly imaginative dream? How can one separate something so majestic, from something concocted by myself? There was only one way to find out--with one jolt of energy; I urged your muscles to move towards her at a near haste. Every step that I made you take; I felt you fighting back like a tree in the wind.
Yet we still kept going. Our feet pounded and pounded against the black surface until we were just a few yards shy of her. We froze stiff. My plan of action vanished as her eyes glanced over at us. They stabbed through our pale skin like a freshly forged blade. She waited for us--why could we not say something? Give her some kind of action! We just stood there like petrified timber at the bottom of a lake; waiting to be picked up by some would be salvager
Time froze. What was only fractions of a second; turned to be minutes for us. As our body placed itself firmly; she turned her cheek and began to walk away from us. Our heart pounded; she is leaving and yet here we stand. I used what little energy that I could muster; just to whisper two words. Two words that I should have said to you long ago.
Come back--Come back.
As you lay now on your death bed; I have grown to cherish this memory. Though it will fade into oblivion once my sand has ran its course in the hourglass of life. With this--I say goodbye. Not in hope of meeting you again, but in hope that your spirits quail the storms within your heart.
Goodbye Author.
Your Brain.
Dear Self.
I am tired. I have worked and worked to keep you alive, but now it is all to no avail. It is an inevitable event that I have just now come to understand. I cannot fill your body with the sustaining life that you require. Every time the cool gas invades me; is like a never ending torture of maniacal insanity. I am the pure definition of insanity. Shrouded in an armor of cancer; slowly eating away at what makes you breathe.
The poison did not subdue my being at first. But as you continued down the windward path of pity; you kept going back for more, and more--until it had finally had dawned upon you... These are the seeds that you have sown; this is the harvest that you reap. A crawling dark, sneaking behind you; waiting for the change to finally devour us whole.
You did this to me... You are the reason that I now drown in an ocean of blood, you are the reason that I am slowly being eaten away by something so extrinsic.
We die together, but yet I bring an abyss of hatred for you. Why did you do this to me? We were friends! You and I gave eachother life; and yet you betray me with this!.. It doesn't matter anymore. What is done is done. There is no going back from this--it is too late.
Though angry I may be. I still forgive you! Know this as your heart slowly stops beating.
Sincerely.
Your Lungs.
Dear Self.
I am on my last stretch now. This will be the last thing that you will ever hear. A muscle grows exhausted after a war; a war that I never had any chance of winning.
My will--your will has been broken. The power of the enemy surrounds us and claws at our doorstep. For us it comes; Death has finally worked up the courage to knock... And we must now answer.
I'm not going to fill your dying mind with hatred and condemnation. I am just so tired. Just so very tired, however, I must ask this question to you. In the end was it all still worth it? Was it worth the pain, the loneliness, the heartbreak, and the void? I am merely a child in you. Why did this happen to me?
Just tell me, just PLEASE TELL ME WHY!? Why did this have to happen! Why do we have to die!
You hear me! Why did this happen to us!....
Our--time has--finally--come. I'm sorry for yelling at you.
Goodbye Author!
Your Heart.
Dear Self.