Jessica is bored.

I have seen one death with you and may see a second, more permanent. Our bond was killed and now decayed, after months of healing and rising from the dead. Only now, I see you withering away. You are old and have lived 3 lifetimes to my half. I do not want to witness another death. The real death that will make me lose you again. Fading, losing time. Losing your body. I can say that I am happier now and I truly am. That’s the life that came from the initial demise. There’s always some silver lining. Please, self, let me receive the strength to escape this decomposing pain. This man, who will be frayed, lost and left behind. There’s more I want to see and become. There’s more I want to say to you, an endless sea of thoughts which involve you. It isn’t painful. I feel far removed from the superficial anguish of loss. I’m sad now. I feel pity. Is that terrible? I’m sad for what you have done and how you left me behind. I sometimes forget how you used me. Many pleading words to uphold the facade.

I won’t forget you. You’ve made your mark. I’m trying to erase it. Maybe soon it will be erased for me. I can sit around and be lazy, watching TV. While you fade into nothingness. Once more, releasing me from myself and allowing a new limb to grow.