My death won’t cause anything. Just some grief later replaced by a sad memory. Life only offers a theatre of absurd. Seen as a comedy in a few out casted minds. This world is filled with the greedy and the upset, that take from the ones that can’t give. So I didn’t chose to be a part of that, big deal. People choose to stay out of fear, or a deluded dream to be forgotten with age. That what time does, it ages and decays everything. No matter what idea you have, or what problem it is, it will drift with only your heavy thought. I choose to leave because this place is meaningless, you’re born, live, and die. That’s it, your life will only change what happens on a thin surface.
