To the end...

No. 31

If someone looks into my “memory” they will find these thirty-one journal entries. I wonder the kind of person they will see me as,. 
Would they even be disrespectful enough to look into the private lives of strangers ? 

It might sound like a bad excuse, but sometimes I think that many people leave these messages to be found. After all, most of us are aware of that possibility.

We all sold ourselves for a better life, for a better time. Sometimes, I envy those who stayed on earth and died in the first disasters.
Somehow making it that far in time gives a sense of responsibility. “I was one of the last humans alive. That’s something” 

Hmmm. It seems like I’m better at beginnings than endings…
I will stare into space, and whatever space is will welcome me into a new world. Nothing will bring me back. 

I have no particular wishes. I found a good friend. 
I just hope all of this will be over soon, so we can start a new cycle. Who knows how much time that will take? People keep coming in and out of the towers.  

But for me the end is now. I will walk back where I came from. Into the lands we destroyed, remembering how special looked like back then.
Dry lands. Carcasses. Heavy and dirty air. 
I give myself five days to give in.