Maybe I will write again. Maybe not. No promises. It's time to say goodbye to everything. A big shower. A scrub clean. Raw, like a rape victim. Scrub away yesterdays. Say hello to tomorrow. This is good grief. A kind of exorcism. Cutting the cancer out. Free and weightless, floating to, through, the whites of the sky. Accept everything. Admit it. Own it. Say my goodbyes. So, goodbye.