"All is calm in this eternal sleep;. Here grief forgets to groan and love to weep"
[Alexander Pope]
I'm not a fan of this idea. I despise them, hate them, and yet I have them.
The minute win in the hand of pain, despair depresses you and you're incredibly angry without a real target of this anger, this idea loses all his ugliness.
I washed my hair and the water came down so fast, it generated this noisy, splashing noise ...
attracted As of siren song filled me the thought: Just lie down
submerge, drown.
addition to the burden that crushed me, would have counteracted the pressure of the oxygen deficiency more like a cloud. A cloud that makes me so easily float up.
The pain, when the lungs fill with water would be like a gentle caress, in addition to the sharp pain in my heart.
And then entered the darkness. Hot, numbing, soothing.
Unlike the darkness, the blind rushes me through sharp twists and leaves my mind no rest.
The pain is slowly and my soul is drowning in it.
I long for the final death.
