Sitting in my room, I feel emptiness, I feel forgotten. I know my boomers are not proud. I have another depressed friend. I whisper to him, it’s time. We always joked about blood pacts and suicide, even glorified it. He hands me a pill and says “this will help, and if it’s your time you’ll know” I fell asleep and was dreaming. In the dream someone said “Everything will be alright soon.”

“I have a gift for you” the voice in the dream said “You will go to many places and meet key people who will give tools and secrets for your journey.”