"When I first learned that
I was going to die, I just
didn't want to accept it.
I was so angry all the time and I
struck out at everyone I loved most.
Especially you, James.
That's why I understand
if you do hate me.
But I want you to
know this, James.
I'll always love you.
Even though our life together had
to end like this, I still wouldn't
trade it for the world. We had
some wonderful years together.
Well, this letter has gone on
too long, so I'll say goodbye.
I told the nurse to give
this to you after I'm gone.
That means that as you read
this, I'm already dead."
Track Name: In Praise of Reason II: Pertaining to Those Wandering
I am the sound of waiting in the rain.
The sound of footsteps you recognise.
I am the wrong place, at the wrong time.
The held tongue and the forced smile, of who you cared about.
A room with no windows.
At the bottom of the box is hope,
In between the books is a note.
Underneath it all, is a small girl,
Asphyxiated under a deluge of hopelessness.
Her last breath.
I'm losing myself in the lines that surround your smile.
I can feel my bones decay, and I know that we're growing apart.
Everyone I love is dying right before me.
Eventually we're all strangers,
Finding our feet. finding our path.
Facing a world of injustice, fighting to have a chance.
To pretend that I'm keeping in touch with my mind.
That I won't just let it all go to waste, I pretend that I exist for a reason.
I have potential to create.
So cut down the noose and hold my head up high.
I understand I'm losing my touch.
I'm losing my reason to breathe.
Every night, I find myself pacing these halls.
Watching, breathing, grieving, old days.