Done.

Hey friend.

I had some really weird stuff and bad news these past weeks. And it got me thinking. Evaluating. Processing. And coming to conclusions.

During the last few weeks, I have stated what I wanted. More honesty, more expression, something to change. I wanted to send you more music, but you were mostly unavailable. I wanted to share things I wrote with you, but you were not online - at least visibly. I wanted to hear your voice but "I don't really need to" as you stated. I wanted a hug...

I expressed my fear in us developing emotions and the response was joy! ... But the joy was regarding what I would feel. Not the reciprocity of it. That ... Made me feel like a toy. A passtime. A something to fill in gaps.

Is ok. It's honest. And it is what this whole thing started as.

But that no longer vibes with me.

You see ...

I might have more serious issues down the line. Not much time left perhaps. And I cannot really afford spending it with someone that toys with me when and if they feel like it.

Keep your precious time. Keep your slots and bubbles and universes. Keep the idea you had of me being a place holder. Nothing special. But YOU keep it.

I am letting go. No more talks. No more texts. No more initiating anything.

I shall leave just like I came. Suddenly and silently. You won't even notice I am no longer there and accessible until it will be too late.

That, too, is ok.

I am done. Will always... Well, no. No point. You won't hear it and if you do, it will make you laugh. And in the mocking way. So fuck it.

P.