Whatever

Dear future historian,

I wrote that many hours ago.. but I wasn't sure if I should share it. 

At the end I thought that.. what's the point of writing if I am not honest with who I am?

So.. here it is:

Trigger alert: suicide & mental health issues

Dear Future Historian,

I need to talk, even if it’s been 13 years.

At the cemetery. Everyone is dead here. Everyone but me. A cat suddenly appears from behind a grave. I keep walking. At some point, I reach John's grave.

‘Hi mate, I told you I'd come'.

I take off my shoes. Graves are holy ground. I place the sleeping bag on and sit down. Next, I take the bottle of wine that I had brought and open it.

‘Cheers John'. I drink a bit, then I get up, lift the sleeping bag, and pour some wine on his grave.

‘Cheers’.

Μύθος Κοσμογονείας

Η θεά Μητέρα.. κι ο Πατέρας θεός.. χτυπήθηκαν από τα βέλη του Έρωτα, που προϋπήρχε.

Αρχικά η χημεία τους εξέπληξε και τον ίδιο τον Έρωτα.