I don’t know yet exactly how it ends. I know what I need to do, how to do it, and how long it will take. I just don’t know exactly how it ends. Yet.
I won’t be missed: I know that. I have shuffled apologetically through this world lately. It’s quite some time, I suspect, since anyone last noticed I was here. I have drifted from the centre of the page on which my life is written out into the margin. Where once I was boldly pronounced in ink, I am now sketched scratchily in pencil. And today I will be erased entirely.
It’s a bright winter morning on the beach. A light, cold drizzle drifts idly down through the thin air, taking flight occasionally when caught by a squally gust. My clothes, stacked neatly some feet away, show a silver fuzz where the rain has landed. It sparkles feebly when caught by the watery November sun.
I look down to my feet and the soft sensuous ripples of sand around them. Gently rocking to and fro on my heels, I feel the sand yield to me and pull me to it at the same time. I look out to sea but the vista is a wash of white. I can’t discern the horizon, the point at which churning grey-white clouds become roiling white-grey surf.
I’m ready. I close my eyes and think, and then think deeper. I inhale slowly and stretch my arms straight out in front of me. I concentrate, and then concentrate deeper. I feel my consciousness start to pare from my body and pull farther and farther away until finally, successfully, it is entirely disconnected.
My eyes open involuntarily and I can see the tips of my outstretched fingers start to tremble. Soon they are shuddering so quickly the actual movement becomes imperceptible. My fingers and my hands become a violent blur. The motion sweeps up my arms, across my chest, to my legs and up to my head. Faster and faster my entire body thrums. I am a plucked string. Little more now than a shadow: less even than my reflection on the wet sand. I become a vibration. Within seconds I am a mere frequency.
I am cloud, I am sky. I am wave, I am sea. I am rain, I am air.
I am gone.