I killed myself today. Let my head fall back to rest against the back of my chair in disgust and felt the life leaving my body. I didn't resist. In fact, I encouraged it. Instead of clinging to the life that I am, to the being, to my shell and to my world, I let it go, let it flee, let myself finally be separated from this physical body that holds me back so much. Tomorrow you may speak to me, we may exchange words and we may laugh. Perhaps we'll speak of the episode of some popular show that we watched together, or pass words of a movie that we had wanted to see but never did go to. The body will talk on, but it will all be empty, because I'll be gone. You'll never know, but I've killed myself, and I've left you behind.
