The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Why I have not so far

I would not step in front of a car or truck or train, to do so would be to pass on my misery to someone else in an horrific way. I would not make a public spectacle, leave my remains to be found by a child - to scar them. I once thought the stairwell of a hospital would be my best available option.

Right now, I have people depending on me, so it will have to wait until after I am on my own.

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