Created: 2016-06-25 — modified: 2016-12-14 — tags: life
Today I've accompanied my old friend on his last journey.
Good bye, old friend, you've served me well. Together we've been to places I couldn't reach alone.
Most of the time you were carrying me, but sometimes I had to walk with you.
We've met four years ago, and you've never betrayed me since then - even when some part of you broke - it always was in most convenient time and place, and never - in the middle of the forest late in the evening.
Oh well, old friend, now your journey continues without me - after your metal parts get recycled, you'll turn up in something else.
In a car, or maybe in a plane. You've always wanted to fly, we know it!