The truth is, you'll never know how I feel. And this novel of a sort does not explain it.
These pages and pages will never do justice, the memos I wrote in broken combusters.
Things that explode, need life and take energy.
To simply communicate with something in distance.
These words will never meet up to their standards.
This book cannot contain my broken enhancement.
My memo was my letter to explain to you it all.
So you'll never know why I actually had to die, because you never cared
And sadly, neither did I.
(March 20, 2018)
