Only now realise how easy it is to think about dying. Not so much dying, but ending life. Just to switch off the thoughts, the voices, and the hateful list of things. The list of things that you talk yourself into and can only wish to snub out as you fall through the sky.
Still don’t know what had led to this. The end that brewed in his mind and mouthed through a text.
Perhaps mind will clear as wind untangles the nodes.