Sometimes, the thing to do, is not to do.
And not to hold on.
Because, you see. Finally. You haven’t seen.
And, still, the places you’ve been, and the people you’ve known, you see, you’ve seen, as well as you could, and they you, as well as they could, and, truth: You’ve always been lucky.
Now, aren’t you tired of all this trying? Enough. Do some living, you’ve done enough dying. Get on with it.
Gotta go. I’m tired of feeling, tired of being broken, and my life is calling me.