Goodbye

I cleave to you. Knowing with everything in me that by tomorrow, you will forevermore be astray. So distraught from everything you have ever known, you will have gone incomprehensibly berserk. Unchangingly and irredeemably, psychotic. The only reason being, your formidable covet for it. For going blank inside. For wiping away anything that has ever made any sense to you that is, nothing. The chasm phase that you break away to. It's like you're the only thing stoping you, from reaching you, after conquering yourself. No one could ever understand of course. What goes on in the vacant space beneath your hair has nothing to do with anything I have to say. My longing for you will be so extensive, that I will no longer be able to go on and proceed with the normal functions. I will miss you dreadfully. But mourning my loss is nothing but useless seeing as you're so far gone already. I wish my best.