R.I.P.

I want to write.

I want to use my words

to transfer files

from this fragile mind

into some software

that feels nothing.

I don't want to

carry the corpses

of lost loves and shattered dreams

with me

anymore

I want to weep silently

with a fistful of fresh flowers,

my tears disappearing

into the folds of my

funeral attire

as I kiss the coffin

that is my computer

and whisper my goodbyes.

I want to rid myself

of the crushing

burden of feeling

and memory.

Forever.

With these words,

I want to say goodbye.

RIP