059. Neverland

As you keep

reading 

this,

you will 

notice,

how insane

I am.

But I am

not entirely

out of the

ordinary,

as you know,

because I am

old, and

young.

As I fill

my lungs

with air,

I take—

great care

in telling you

that I am dying.

Maybe not

today, nor 

tomorrow

but one day,

when I fall

I won’t be able

to stand up again.

And on that day,

my dearest

friend,

I ask you,

to take my hand

and see me off

to Neverland.