When you die, you don't come back.
That's it.
That's your life.
And that's where it ends.
Don't try and bring me back because I won't find peace, not unless I get to go back home.
I have two homes.
Heaven and Home.
Home is where the heart is.
My home is where the lights are.
My home is at the sea.
My home is in the city.
My home is on a stage.
So don't bring me back Mom, Dad or whoever is reading this.
Just forget about me and let it go.
It's already done. I'm already dead.
I died before I ever to the blade across my wrist.
Jumped before I ever took a step off the bridge.
I was already gone. I wasn't the person inside my body.
I was empty.
So now I have to go. I'm sorry guys.
I just couldn't be happy in a place I'd never be happy.
I need to find my friend.
My friend needs me to find him.
My counterpart.
My other half.
My soul mate.
My best friend.
Goodbye.
P.s. I believe in reincarnation for some reason.
(April 19, 2018)
