suicide

I wish I could say it was me who first saw him there lying there, yet I only came to hear of this days later from rumors floating around. The way it all happened was strange, in the fact that I, Federico Coronado was his best and seemingly only friend in the harsh world of hatred, violence, hate and most difficult love. At first when I heard the rumors I questioned why one so loved by me would commit the only sin against himself that they could never do. These questions led me on a path twisted and corrupt exposing, all the injustices of society, and reason. Since my departure and in my present state of grief all the days have been molded into one and only the importance of the few sporadic days of importance stick out, this is what I write to you.

He was one of the great prophets among us, he often spoke of society, “different”, he said. When one among us leaves we say, “The search has begun for that one.” Oddly enough none that went the walk ever returned, thus my reasoning from the beginning must be questioned.

I had a future with The People, some said I could one day, regain what was ours, all the land, for we are the chosen ones.

At the gathering of the full moon, when all are gathered together to take part in the sacred fire, is when I first left, I have left many a time since in memory. The moon began on its path, and on my way out I saw grown up children peering through lifeless images, burdens of their years. Through the woods I walked and when I began to tire I laid down and slept. I remember little of my departure from this point except the beauty and love I felt in my heart for this place I was just passing through. There was one time when I lay in a field of grass, a green deeper than any I’ve ever seen. As I lay soaking in the rays and the vibes that came with them I realized that I was making the journey for myself and for all those who had tried before and failed. To contemplate the things in life that are unknown some say is wasted time I say that time itself is forever and no time can be wasted. This time especially was not wasted for here I had some of the thoughts that would drive me to the inevitable.

I remember the day I saw the first one, the first stranger.

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