The yellowing white paper stands in front of me like a statue. To my now trembling hands, it seems like mockery even in my last minutes.The tears that once inundated my tired eyes are now long gone and forgotten, all that is left is dryness. What is there to say now? What is there to speak about, now that I finally have the chance? The words that I once ached to spill lay crumpled in the ground. Without knowing, I've said enough. In moments like this, words are not necessary. Silence settles in like an old, awaiting friend, and I embrace it for the last time.

*I've said enough for a lifetime