silence, first.
there has always been the uncertainty,
that for me, often ends
as you can imagine it would.
i’m getting better,
i expect it.
i sleep more, longer, later.
no one misses my presence anyway.
i don’t mind, so much.
timelessness is more often
a blessing, but
its curse is more than anyone
i know
can bear.
so i suppose i’ll skip to the end,
save everyone some time.
and bow out.
