I am dead. It is true. I am which was and now ceases to be. I am both forever and never. 

I am not fun.I am only that which I am, though I try to be that which I’m not. I am by default who I am because of what I am. I cannot pretend anymore because it’s damaging me. Every moment I hide, a missing life I decide. I am almost alone, if not for …

Death comes to all, like it must.  Let it come and go my dear spectator, for it surely will come and go, like the wind and the rain, the sun and the moon. When it comes to you, and it surely will, be thankful for all of your life.  Love your mother and your father …