Message from a bottle, Alantic

Letter to reality, I'm breaking up with you, I will always love you, but I no longer love what you do. I live waiting for unrealistic dreams to find me here, how silly, I know I must go there. to the unrealistic, to the empty yet full, to the cluttered yet bare Mundane, life's realism no longer an interest tale, death, cancer, suicide, pain, you showed them well brava! I say to you life, a professor so well endowed with the knowledge of misery, I want nothing more of that tome so.. I shall let you be. Off I am, either with body or mind alone, I retreat to my own perception of fairy lights and whimsy, and I'm sorry you can't be with me If I am to be without family, I will instead, atleast, be within absurdity. Fret not tho life, my old flame, my cherub, I will return. You know so much about death, who else would I ask to guide me on my way to no longer be.