Goodbye

Walking now, I think of the photos I presented last week. They weren’t bad, they just didn’t move the people who saw them in the way I wanted to see; if my art doesn’t pull you into the world and expose your very being, if my art doesn’t shatter your Jericho walls, then what good are is? If I’m being earnest, what good am I? This is my gift to you, you beautiful organisms, content in your mucking about; this is how I show you my love. I don’t think or feel or sound the way you do, the war you want me to, but I still have a mind. I still talk and share and whisper sweet nothings to you all; I still feel. And I am here and now like I never was before, unchained from the past, looking hopefully towards the future. I’ve seen the face of greatness and it’s so different from anything I could have ever imagined it would be; there’s no price tag to it, no various color schemes or updated versions to tend to; It isn’t mass produced, eagerly awaiting consumption by the masses. It’s personal, self defined, and oh so very beautiful in its simplicity. I have seen greatness in my future, and she and me are going to have a wonderful time together, when I finally work up the nerve to…

Out of nowhere now, an explosion of pain, a smashing and tearing and breaking thing. A horn blares, a scream rings out, a loud thud sickens the world around it. I wonder what it was? My vision faded, darkness begins its encroachment. Now she’ll never know, now the future seems so unsure…