They fly in set formation, tiny black dots against the burning sky.

And we have no choice but to stand and watch them go.

And think.

Did I really fuck you up when I said what I did on Friday? I'm sorry.

And..I'm so..confused. I need to talk to you about something. I need to know, what is going on, I need you to tell me what's going on, you might not know, 'cause you're not him, but I'm just dangerously close to losing hope here, I really need to be enlightened, before I just give up and die, 'cause I feel so like dying right now that it's unbelievable, I really, really want to just curl up and close my eyes, and open them again when everything's stopped.

I just want it to stop.

And I don't want to have to watch you leave.

So long and goodnight.