The Perfect Time

There is no better time to end it all than now.
…when some friends are clueless of what could have possibly made me take it
…while other friends have a pretty good number of reasons to enumerate
…when, for those who have plenty of reasons, can not exactly pinpoint which of
my predicaments did it because there are just too many yet too little
…when there is nothing left but the longing for blank spaces to surround me
…when I see no one
…when there is too much yet none to share it with
…when I can not see even me..

It’s time.