In Case I Have Forgotten How To Write

Apologize to God and the Universe at large, but I had to do the things that I have done. I did not know that broken hands and a broken mind would lead me to insanity, but communication is the key to life, and without a way to communicate with my hands and my words, I have nothing left. Without the ability to take what is in my mind, send it out through my fingertips, and onto a page, there is not much of me. So apologize to God and the Universe at large. Tell my father that I am proud of him, my mother that I forgive her, and my sister that I wish I knew her better. Tell my family and my friends that I love them more than words permit, but they can not quiet the riot inside of my
head. Tell the man I love to move on, look forward, look up. Tell him that the sun is bright, and never forget it is there, even if a few clouds are in the way. Tell him I love him and I am sorry we never got the chance to dance. Take my journals, read them in parks, to the birds and to the children playing hopscotch. Read them to anyone who will listen and tell them to never take advantage of the things we learn in kindergarten. Tell them to finger paint a masterpiece, a portrait of themselves, or of the most beautiful person they have ever seen. Give them my walls and ask them to decorate them in colors they've never seen. Tell them to write poetry on the interior of my life, open it as a museum of the world. A museum of all the things we've never thought of before. Of all of life. Tell the dinosaurs that I will soon be joining them, in a land before time, in a place without darkness and without light. Tell all of society to stop bothering with pants and go naked, we are all the same, something that we should have learned by now.
Thank everyone I have ever known, I have ever thought of, I have ever seen. It is such a shame to be leaving with so much left to say, but I have forgotten how to write. I am a farmer with no farm, a mother with no child, a man with no wife. I am incomplete and forgotten, although I am thankful for the life I have lived. In the case that I have forgotten how to write, write for me. Apologize and thank. Remind them I will miss them. Tell them I love them. Write that which I can not. And never forget to breathe.