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Backyard at NoonNo thoughts at all.Mechanical.Secure the rope to the branch.Too many thoughts already.Time for thoughts has passed.Branch of the old oak tree,between tire swing and bird feeder.Squirrels have been at the bird seed again.The birds won\'t have anything come winter.Not that it matters.Nothing matters.There is no meaning.An old apple crate,found it in the garage.It should hold.It needn\'t hold for long.Is this right?Do I care?No. There is no right.Take the step.Hesitate.Feel the coarseness of the rope.Revel in it.It is time.Kick the crate away..Snap! Taut.Vision blurs.Fading.Darkness,blackness.Peace.
Drowning In NothingDrowningIn white noiseInvisible bubble of viscus fluidTranslucentDistemporalLungs filled with silenceIsolationDrowning