This is goodbye

X tells me he doesn’t want to think anything anymore, he just wants to drift along the stream of being, he just wants to drink himself to sleep. What’s the point of thinking when he doesn’t even know how to start? Better not to think, he says. No ties, just drifitng along the stream of being… That means you have to leave me alone, he says, there’s nothing here for you. So this is goodbye, he says, just turn around, I’m drfting away.