There really is only one way we can end this. You know it, but I think you prefer this limbo, this back and forth. Don’t you get tired? I’m tired. I don’t want to fight you anymore. Isn’t there something else, anything else, in this long, long life, you’d rather be doing? I know there is for me. There’s so much to life, people, places, foods, stories I’ve never known, never had a chance to know, because you keep hounding me. I don’t have what you want. I’d give it to you if I could, but life must go on.
Go On
Tale Told 