Yesterday I went for a walk, I thought I would not need to get you. The sun set on me and I began to evaporate. I went and got high. so much silence around me ..
know? it's like me could really fall into the void but I'm not the suicide.
voices, and those in some special ... I said you are more of you than me, but you insist and just think about your inability to feel some stories and mourn with some finishes.
now while I digest my emptiness, I will say again that I am not one of these suicides.
Everything is disintegrating, water, clouds, dark. It rains.
