I’m going away for awhile. Maybe when the rain starts falling and has washed away my sins, will i dare to show my face again. Not sure if my return will be met with awkward silences or warm smiles. Or maybe it will be like i never left and never returned, but a ghost that they never missed or noticed was absent from their lives. My departure however is not forced or brought on by your ill will. It is a self-exile - a cleansing, a test. For me to prove I was once alive, I must take that life and render it meaningless. Doing so will give my life purpose once more, my goal to live will be renewed. So if you catch my reflection in a puddle a day after the storm, know i’ve returned. Maybe then we can have the life we dreamed of. Until then Goodbye.
- The Charlatan
