U L T R A V I O L E T

XVIII

May 21, 19—
I am writing this very briskly before I go and board my cab for my new life waiting for me in ultraviolet. I don't really know what to expect, because no one really knows too much about it. As I said before, once you go in, you can't go out. I doubt any of them even want to leave. They are all probably extremely happy and content, creating everything their heart desires. I hope I can't be like that. I know I need to stop hoping and start doing, it's kind of hard, but I think I will eventually get to that stage. My cab will arrive in about ten minutes, so I'm trying to spill my thoughts out of my brain fast enough to compel myself to keep writing, but boy is it hard to recollect you thoughts in that short amount of time. I think I will sleep on the seven hour trip. I didn't sleep much last night. Excitement and nerves. Excitement and nerves. I've always had these. Probably always will. It's snowing outside also. Nice weather for a trip, I'd say. I might just stay up to see how the weather and scenery progresses as my driver and I make our way to a new existence. I'll make sure to give them a big gratuity, because they are taking me to my happy place. My divine resting place. Ahh, the more I think about it, the more I smile. I've only packed what I absolutely need for this journey. One backpack and a small cardboard box. I want to live a simple life again. Just me, physically packaged music, and my paintbrushes. That's all I really need, so I'm going to distance myself from gluttonous feelings and find my real self. Oh, there goes my cab driver, so I must end this very abruptly. Farewell hell and hello paradise.
-a.l.r