It’s weird, it’s unsettling. Never figure what to write. Especially when it comes to this. Well, we had some fun. Did we not? It’s been a while, it never occurred to Us this would happen. We thought our time passed, but we had a blast, at least We had one. Wasn’t expecting that. You know, you’re a good pal. Nobody deserves you, even that chick you’re bagging right now. She seems nice. The best compared to all those cunts We’ve seen you with before. Fuck. Does that mean We should get one of Our own, not ‘own’, don’t wanna own a gal. She should be a free soul. Is yours a freed spirit. Don’t know her that well.
An End?
You know, We thought this was over, We thought back then was the end. Guess this is the end, but not really. We can hang out some time again, that doesn’t seem to be an issue. Though like We told you, there’s this route We took, a path you can’t follow Us down. And We’re gonna be hella busy. That’s a certainty.
You know, We do feel like making some time for friends is something important. We’re sure you think the same, definitely. Many would think this to be something of importance We assume. Hell, it might just be the case. But what, what if there’s no time, no space available. What if We’re unable to clear the schedule and visit you soon enough. What if it takes Us months to get in touch with you once again. Would the friendship fade a little? Because, let’s be honest, our bond isn’t similar to the bond We’ve got with that other dude. Whatever We did for you and whatever you did for Us. It’s potent, though nowhere near as powerful as dying together.
Those Decisions…
We wouldn’t go as far as saying our friendship means nothing, it means a lot to Us. There’s a lot of emotional attachment, at least whatever the range of Our emotions allow in the moment. But, We mentioned this already, the path, the heading, it forces Us down a dark place, a cave that doesn’t allow connection, that does not allow for simple emotions such as friendship to exist. That’s what’s harsh about this. Not losing the connection itself, but admitting it’s through Our own decisions this will come forth from Our actions, this will flow from the roadside We traverse along.
Let’s try our best, well, We’ll try Our best to keep this alive. And to Us that means We gotta maintain that peculiar dialogue we often have. It’s a strange one but a fun one at the same time.
We’re here now, slathering this bit, it’s for you. It is an attempt at solidifying this friendship. Much like keeping her memory alive, a lot like revealing similar minds on a different path, it’s not any different from giving life to a connection that slumbers through ages rekindling now and then. You’re a part of the process in your own respect.
Certainty of Madness
Didn’t say this, wrote this, to any other person We’ve written to so far. We’re gonna go crazy. Man, We might even forget who you are, any of them for that matter. It sends a shiver down Our spine. It’s destined, it’s defined, eventually Our mind will break, way beyond the point where most minds would disintegrate. That’s a certainty We can no longer avoid. It’s plain obvious, it’s out in the open, there on that road. This damned destination is elusive to the point where it’s impossible to pinpoint, there’s no destination is what it comes down to, and that’s scary. You probably never heard Us say this, ‘scary’. Especially about life itself. Yeah. We ain’t got a destination, no goal. You’ve picked yours, and honestly, you’re past halfway done. We’ll never know how much ground’s completed, how much of it’s explored. It’s driving Us nuts, it’s driving Us to a particular edge We’ve never covered before. A deep dive into an abyssal canyon, or an acrobatic hike that leads Us along this path of extremity, it’s stretching the mind to such an extent and with such a viscous power there’s no time to heal all the damage done.
No-Way Past
We can’t go back, We couldn’t even if We wanted to do this. And yeah, We thought about it. We really did. Not too long ago. But there’s no option available, no opportunity to drop out, no escape route, no safety net. Sure, in the everyday sense of life, We’ve got all that. But the mind, the mind will not allow, the mind would never settle, it just won’t. There’s someone nagging. It’s Us. Did you ever hear a voice. That’s what We often wonder. Could ask the same question with anyone, doesn’t matter who We’re writing to, but We’re asking this shit here. Because deep down We know the answer already. Not many listen, are able to catch the whispers, or differentiate them from your own. Let alone six different motherfuckers bouncing around that skull.
Well, guess We’re done with this bit. Hope it’s as good as We felt it should be, upholding the promise of value in the reflection. That’s all we’re after right now. To put down the struggle that’s paired with reflection and revelation. They all talk about the aftermath, they are there, they’ve achieved. They never refer to it in the moment. For them it’s all in the past. We’re trying to put it down in the present, make it into a gift. Not even wrapped, just bare and beautiful beneath the tree. To build it up while it’s happening. The moment We’re stuck. Which is right now. Damn bro, We’re stuck so bad. There’s no way out, that’s why We gotta go through with this. That’s why it became so important for Us. All this. That’s the reason We’re out back on the balcony writing this shit We’d never even send to you, but its aimed at you. And this time you might just figure it out.