Tired and Thinking
It’s surprisingly easy to let go. Does it hurt? Hell, yes. But I’ve done this before, died before, and it’s...
It’s still terrifying. But it’s easier this time too.
I wonder-part of me wonders, at least, because my mind feels like it’s going everywhere and I’m thinking of a thousand different things, my mother’s hand in my hair and the taste of cold water and the way Neo feels beneath me-if he could bring me back again.
And I realize I don’t think I want him to. I think I’ve lived good lives, here and there, and that-oh, fuck it. I’m just tired, and for all I love him, I don’t want to die, come back, die, come back, forever and ever.
I don’t know if he could or not. I think maybe he could.
But I know I don’t want him to.
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