Dear friend,

it’s been a while since we first met. A whole lifetime has passed. I felt the need to write this letter to you as it seems you are reaching the highest point of human existence: chaos.

You were so lovely and sweet when you were born. You looked unhappy and crying all the time but I won’t misjudge you. It’s totally understood considering that since this moment your countdown watch become to tick.

Tick tock. Every breath brought you closer to the destination. The ticket awaiting in your pocket. Always there, waiting for you to depart.

Your first smile made me cry. You know, this is how we, humans express our feelings about birth and grief. You made me happy and sad several times but it had the same reflection on me: tears.

You were quite a good student. Your youth was enhanced by something common for the kids of your age: Four walls. You did well bouncing like a ball back and forth, right and left. Your personal revolution succeeded in conquering ideals which all seemed to care about: “Freedom”. A sense of humour that never faded, not even now that all appear crystal clear to you.

You made it friend. You married a beautiful girl, you did some good moves in your career. Well done.

Tick tock.

It was so hard losing your relatives. Being the last in line. Embracing solitude in a flock of flesh, blood and bones. I really feel you. I was there the time your first trauma was already a past experience. I was waiting to see the result of the dice rolling. And you got an extend. You are a man of success.

Passion was a giant moving wheel of motivation for your dreams and aspirations. You did a very good job transfiguring it to a drain siphon as it swallowed everything perfectly.

Please accept my condolences in advance. I hope you feeling relaxed and comfortable in your tight wood walled bed. You should be really proud. Or you shouldn’t. I am sure the maggots won’t care about it.

Tock.

Best wishes,
Your true self