Dear Death,

Your offer is gracious and while I am extremely tempted, I don’t think I can take it. Don’t ask me why, I haven’t a single clue. Your like a unicorn, some days I look up to your magic, others, I feel too old for such childish fantasies. All I long for right now is to cry. But I don’t. It’s forbidden. And then I want a hug. However, I don’t have anyone to hug me — or at least for me to hug. And besides I know it will make me squirmy and uncomfortable. It always does friend. But sometimes I’m willing to risk it.

Dear Death,

It’s me. I can’t move my hand because of the pain; I can’t move my hand because of the cast; I can move my hand because the pins and needles have tightened my muscles to the point of no return until I fully cross the sea. I want to join you in its depths. I feel as though the Maryellen Trench is more suited for me than this earth has ever been.

Hey friend, deep question here: is it fair to end it? I know there are only 2 maybe 3 people who would attend my funeral, but is relinquishing my pain worth adding to theirs.

Dear Death,

It’s just you and me in this world now. The halls we walk have a life of their own. We stand in the blazing sand under a stary sky alone now. Just the 2 of us in this crowded, holding hands and closing our eyes as we look to the sky.

Dear Death,

They’ll send me home. I’m sitting in this chair. Not even you are tending to me. How is this one chair such a valuable resource that it can’t be used to help me. They’ll send me home because of my disability. I know they may not fully understand it. But they have try. I can’t change my brain chemistry. My brain was built wrong, who are you to try and control it, or even tell me I have any control, which I don’t.

Dear Death,

I don’t care who you are, I’ll back you in any fight if it is a meaningful one.

Dear Death,

I want us to be together forever. Please never leave me. Though I really need you to go.

Hi friend. I’m back. I wish I didn’t ever have to come back, but your warm hands comfort me. You’re like no other Death. I am envious of you relentless bravery. Like a zebra standing off with a lion. You know what you want and you get it. I know what I want but no matter how hard I try, I never seem to make an accomplishment.

Dear Death,

I hold you close but only want to let go. Sometimes, that is.