Farewell.

I am sorry to see you leave, I am sorry that my luxurious days of confusion and whimsy are gone.

For with the absence of that luxury departs a chunk of my youth.

I do not see it, however, as losing a breath ,but moreover gaining a sprint.

I now welcome my newfound enthusiasm.

No longer will I sit in basements tormented by the ideas that won't write.

No longer will I bite the moments that sit on my tongue for fear of repercussion.

No longer will I watch that person with the blonde hair and pretty blue eyes, who holds my deepest fire, walk out and out and out of my life without doing anything about it.

I bid thee safe journey, apathy.

Having you as my companion for so many years, it will be a long arduous journey ahead, one filled with treacherous risks and pitfalls.

But, you must understand that it will be a journey filled with passion, not the ever-greyed neutral of a life spent in emotional ambivalence.

You held me so close on those days spent sleeping until three in the afternoon, and in those nights watching television till the sun rose.

You were there when I would drink coffee in a brown vinyl booth speaking the same regurgitated conversations as yesterday.

For all these moments and more, I thank you.

You helped me develop all of those bad habits that have kept me trudging ever forward towards death and kept me numb enough not to notice.

You helped me nurture an emotional distance between all of those people in my life that I cared for, and helped me submerge the tinge to speak against those things that drew my spite.

Although I face the fear of being devoured by my wants, and the danger of ritualistic creation, I will do so with courage and the knowledge that I am in your thoughts.

Ahh sweet ,beautiful apathy, adieu.

I will promise to write of thee.

..Aaron