Sometimes there is nothing else to say. These are not enough anymore. It’s time to slip away. It’s time to go back to my life asleep. I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to wake up in this life. I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to be present in this moment. But at least I know: in the end, the word unsaid is the one that tortures and since that torture isn’t mine to feel every stumble and fall over the truth is justified. I’d do it this way again. Believe it or not, I’d do it this way again.