Postcard man,
No need to deliver today elsewhere. This time the postcard goes to you.
It has been hundreds “Leave me alone”. One more time, just.
bringing ashes for the river to wash it away is not my cup of tea. But, if it has to…
But, I’m thinking of them. It can’t be fair.
Why did you want Him to bring you back? You are dead. You are dead. I shot you in the head. Listen, detach your soul from mine. You want to be free, don’t you? Don’t you forget that. Remember.
If you can’t. Burn yourself into ashes.
I know how to float a candle in a flower boat under the moonlight for the departed. I’ve learned. I can put a little bit of nice music. something you might like.
If you still can’t.
I can call her, of whom teaching to burn one from one’s life came from. Spare me your T-shirt.
Year 15. You don’t want to feel pain anymore.
Yours truly,
666.
