Dear memory.

Wait until I'm free. Or live your life but be prepared that I'll be there.
Do stupid stuff and get over it easily.

Think that I'm going to be one of those people who you see on that day.

and the sun will shine. and everything is pretty. and nobody doubts anything.

and then i'll tell you that i'll be gone pretty soon. like really soon.

and you won't be worried because you won't understand what i'm saying and you are hearing.

and it's going to be such a fragile moment that only i can recognize.

and i'm going to enjoy it so much.

and also the ground under my feet and the air in my nose. and they all are going to be pleased since there's going to be two feet less to erode the dirt and one nose less to consume our minor storage of O-two.

Suddenly I'm going to say goodbye and walk away. Maybe I'll have some followers - maybe not. I actually hope that I'm going to walk the last walk alone. So that you won't be able to blame anyone.

I hope I can make it till I'm 25. After that it's going to be ease.

The air floating in your ears. And the water in your eyes. And there's going to be so many red things. Red clouds which make me happy. Maybe a little bit white. White flowers. I think I could like them.

Just remember that I'm going to be there and then I'll go away. And that moment should be beautiful.

When you leave your guitar, remember that you'll get her back and she will help you.

Your guitar is your best friend.

And best friends never leave to a land of red clouds.