Dead Poets S. - Suicidenote

Today was a good day. It was the best day of my life. I was in the play. I was good. I was really good. Everyone who mattered to me was there. They all saw me doing those things, they saw me excel. Looking out into the sea of upturned faces was like being God. A creation, my creation, my own world. I didn't play Puck, I was Puck. For those few hours I slipped …

…I need it. I need to have some way to perfectly express what I feel - even if the only way to do that is to become someone else, go somewhere else. The powerful play goes on and I may contribute a verse. My verse, Sir, will not be contributed in this life, but in the next. This is the only way out, do not try to understand because you will not succeed. Neil Perry