On Sad Endings
Heaviness like water gradually filling the lungs, making the air in my throat hot and damp. Sorrow that is. That you created. I shall from now onwards carry your pain alongside me for eternity and long afterwards. So salute my friend. Salute on your artistic expression and ability to touch souls. For I am forever changed and wish to never have encountered your bearings. All I can say now is good job. Good fucking job.