There is a war raging in my country.
Just the other day, a bomb dropped not far away from where I'm living. Many more will likely follow soon...
Everyone is fleeing in all directions, trying to get away from the flame. Both young and old are mourning for their lost homes and lost ones.
Soon, it might be my turn to be in a refugee camp or even worse gone for good.
I want to disappear quietly, since after all, it is what I do all the time anyway. Going MIA for months or even years. This way, you guys can assume that I am just living my life somewhere, happily.
However, since the future looks grim for poor ordinary folks like us, I have decided to do a proper farewell just in case.
At least in this way, I get closure.
For a good-for-nothing like me to be able to live to this day is already a miracle. With how everyone looks at me as if they are reading the word failure, it is suffocating. My feet definitely touch the ground, but I feel as if I am hovering mid-air with a rope around my neck.
When I was ready to go, however, a door that I didn’t even know existed suddenly opened from the other side.
I started looking forward to living.
I was happy at the thought that I might become a functional person again.
And yet. The path crumbled.
And I stood still, helpless.
The memories I made here with you guys over all these years, I will continue to look at them fondly.
If fate still has some warmth left, I hope to see you guys again.
Farewell.
