OBLIVION

Hey body, it is I, SUDOR, your soul. Perhaps you were never truly worn out, but I had no other choice than to return the keys. I’m sorry I left, but maybe I was simply too fragile to survive. Maybe accepting my fate was easier than feigning loud laughter, borrowed smiles, and endless happiness. Life gave me everything, yet somehow handed me nothing at all. I wrote down every page of my life, hoping someday I would reach the chapter where I was genuinely healthy, genuinely alive. Haha…! I am not gone. I merely returned the keys to the landlord. And if you ever go looking for me, do not search among the living. Just gather the ashes, because that is all I have ever truly been.