Dear Arthur,
I flew by your grave today, it was empty. No one was there. It wouldn't make any sense to go anyway. I saw some flowers, they were probably still fresh from yesterday. I will never abandon you, I'll follow you up if it's what that takes. Why can't anyone see me? There is a certain kind of pain when a friend dies. Why? You said you would always be there for me. You said we would never abandon each other. We were friends. It's as if my fur was stained red with your blood, an eternal memory of you. I will follow you, I will be brave, I will die. Soon we'll be together again. Don't you want that? I want to follow you. I want to be with you, so why? Why did you have to die? If my whispers could reach you, if my heart is not empty now, without you. Everything, everything. Everything... I wish, I love, I miss. I lie, I hate, I despair. I cry, I laugh, I get angry. I am, I'm not. If you are unaware of something, does it exist? I am dulled. Do I exist? I am not. I am. I am not. I am. I wish you were here. I'm sorry, your promise, my promise, does it make a difference? I will fly again, free at last, I will fly again, weighed down by sorrow. I will fly again, to you this time. To you.
