collecting pieces of wisdom scattered around the world
Saturday, 1 September 2012
Wish you could turn off the questions, turn off the voices, turn off
all sound. Yearn to close out the ugliness, close out the filthiness,
close out all light. Long to cast away yesterday, cast away memory, cast
away all jeopardy. Pray you could somehow stop uncertainty, somehow
stop the loathing, somehow stop the pain. Act on your impulse, swallow
the bottle, cut a little deeper, put the gun to your chest.