created my “suicide” image-edit, I had the Sky Way (nothing is on purpose) Bridge in mind. I was aware of the bottle that signified alcohol and pill-drops of falter and death. Truth or dare, every time I crossed that bridge on my way to school, I allowed it to penetrate my mind. What it could do given my circumstance; what I could do given my circumstance… No matter.
My choice was not by choice. Well, at least not by choice. Fascination or not, I victimized myself because I presdisposed my reel. I knew what I was to face, yet I did not know how to react. Frame-by-frame, my life flashed and tripped on itself. In a chair, the reel became real. My decision dreamed for a requiem. My funeral disintegrated. Holy peace by pieces. Swept into disarray. Chaos siphoned in a digestive tract-or-trail-or on a jourNey. Jerk. Re- Action or-Flex. Duality. Few_Shun, To ward faith. But rinse stem from root. Connection.
Matter is what matters. Definition is slow. Rapid questions Punctuation. Tab Lets Symbols Rule. You let me.