The psychology manuals say no one really wants to die. They want relief. They believe they will never find it in this world. That belief could be right. Or wrong. One would have to stay to find out. Friend, if you stay, at least we will be together, and I have an extra straw. I could show you where the lakes on this planet are buried. How you do not need light-years to reach them. The dark years work too. Sometimes better. Sometimes grief is the fastest route to truth.
