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| m.m. | to god don't know or care | 030811 |
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| stork daddy | the wind outside howls like a wounded animal. transforming at times into a plea into a rage. the whiskey is starting to take hold. i won't remember much after this. i'm on my way to meet the one who is supposed to take my life. i still, even in this moment feel ambivalent, and i cannot tell you whether i will at my last moment smile benevolently on my death, or beg squallidly for my life. i don't know which is more dignified, for i love life, but this is the plan i have made and i would feel perhaps ignoble to not follow through. | 050227 |
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| Christine |
To let go of the anticipation was heartbreaking, yet all & well a sound decision, the most logical step i've taken in years. Relinquishing home in all its essence for the sake of something else, myself. |
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