Reality is a story the mind tells itself

“But on that day…when I came back home, the only thing there was that pocket watch. That and a small piece of paper with one word written on it: “Farewell”. For some reason, I didn’t feel sad. It just didn’t feel real, but slowly I realized it was real; that you were gone. And little by little I felt something inside of me go numb.

After six months I made a kind of bet with myself. That I would leave this planet and start a new life, if you hadn’t returned by the time the watch stopped.”

(via cowboy-bebop)