Conversations in my head. Going around and around. It doesn’t matter. Yes it does. No it doesn’t. Yes it does. And on it goes. I’m tired. I just want to rest. What’s the matter with you anyway?
Sometimes it’s just a disease. You manage the disease. Sometimes it manages you. And on and on it goes.
What does death feel like? A constant flat line. No breath, no heartbeat. It would seem so peaceful, that other place. People die everyday and I feel bad. People who are loved, people who make such significant contributions. I feel so bad I don’t even want to read the newspaper anymore. Death and sorrow everywhere. Why am I taking up space? Why am I wandering blind in this landscape of despair and rage?
It would seem so peaceful, that other place. No voices, no fear, no sound, no rage. Nothing. Just pure nothingness.