From Beyond The Grave

I suppose I had a good life.

It was mostly made up of small moments in which I made decisions that would one day, somehow, make my mark on history.

I moved around quite a lot. Not staying on one city for more than a year made it easy to keep myself distanced from emotional anchors.

Traveling to such extent gave me such different outlook on life than what I thought in my early years.

Being a romantic I always thought that maybe one day I would meet the person of my dreams. Fortunately enough, at the ripe age of 26, I did find that person but as with all good things do, it came to an end in quite a violent crash (but that's a story for another time).

I left the country not too shortly after heading, what I now know as my second to last stop in the adventure that was my life.

I was left with a piece of the man that just so happened to capture my almost non existent heart, in the form a of a baby boy, born on the most beautiful winter day, December 11th of 2027.

Being the age that I was and having a child in London, made it clear for me that I indeed needed to settle into a place that me and Gerard would enjoy.

I worked at a sweets shop, eventually running it myself when the man and his wife who owned the shop passed way and their son moved to some far off place.

Eventually, Gerard grew of age and moved to America (more specifically California) in search of his father and "himself". He never made it back.

I kept myself busy for my remaining years writing a few novels and working here snd there on musical projects.

I met Death on a gloomy January day of the year 2047. 

I still remember the sub zero water enveloping my body moments before I shut my eyes for the last time.

The wind through my partially unpigmented hair and the feeling of weightlessness.

Now that I think of it, gravity seems to be the most common destructive force in my life, whether it be fictional or literal.

The grief from losing all I had left slowly but surely got to me.

So here I am, writing this.

Reliving the eternal sun deprived day, feeling the cool wind through my hair and hearing the crash of water on the cliffs of Ireland for the rest of time.

Silently writing this from beyond the grave...