Well then, looks like the times and tides wait for none talk was true, I stand here all alone once more, leaving for another place as this desolate ghost town seems too grim for my sake.
It was fun, all the times we had, both our books tremendously enjoyable, crafted with the utmost care and precision to avoid certain backlash, one of us persisted and persisted as the other had to move on, back to the circle of how life moves.
Our talks about philosophies gave me a certain insight to your brain, and perhaps with due time my own words might have granted you passage to understand how I as a human being operate.
It's so surreal, is it not? To think that mere moments ago it seemed like such a safe place, yet here I am again, back turned against this place, ready to leave once more for another, and perhaps another after that.
The times we had were pleasant, enjoyable, and I'll probably never forget your in depth analyses of my books, certain key elements that not even I could have possibly imagined, deep enough to grind our gears working.
It's been fun, my friend, it sure has been a fun ride, however short it may have seemed, but now I must move on, a fleeting rider of this boat we call life, as you drift away to the sunset, so will I, new people, new places, a brand new journey with a fresh start on my farm.
Good bye, signed,
Michael.