Be So Real
happily never after
Today is the day that I die. So, you best say your goodbyes now. This is how you pay respect. Come here and read this hastily constructed piece, like it, follow, and then you go and donate to me and go listen to my music and consume my media mindlessly until you can quote me word for word, bar for bar. See for me, hear for me, breathe for me. Breathe life into my lifeless corpse like a worn-out balloon being inflated with potent helium again. Make me float so that I’m not so inclined to sink into the soil. Betray my biology and define my anatomy. Use me like your neglected stuffed toy sitting lopsided in the back of your cupboard hoping the light meets its eyes again. Hoping the light meeting its eyes reflects back onto a figure that reminds it of you. Hoping you haven’t aged a day or changed in any way. This isn’t merely play. This is preparation.
Because I made a decision today. A decision that is final. I’ve found a path. The path stretches an undefined distance. I can’t trust the horizon ahead of me because I can’t be sure how much of it is just set dressing. But it doesn’t matter. The cliff ahead will notice me before I notice it. And I need to prepare for that moment, but I can’t do it alone. I need you to take me and show me what it’s like. Even if you don’t know what it’s like, the relationship between us can’t betray itself. It’s eternal. And when it’s not you, it’s just someone else, over tens, hundreds, possibly thousands of iterations. There’re thousands of variations of this very conversation in my future, but there’s only one right now. If you’re that one, I need you to start the chain.
Maybe it won’t be so bad. I always make it sound so bad. But, if it has to be my home, maybe it can be yours too.