A Conversation with Death…

just throw me into the fire when the flames get higher…

It wasn’t as much a conversation as it was a one night stand with Death. She showed up unexpectedly after I put a plastic bag over my head and began to held my breathe…

I wasn’t over the edge, yet, but I was only shy a few steps…

It was ironic, that it was her that stopped it. She said, “I’m not ready for you yet. You still have so much to do, ans our relationship, by the way, is strictly plutonic as I’ve heard about you”.

With tears in both my eyes, she helped me remove the plastic bag from my head, and I’ll never forget, in doing so, the next few words she said!

“Attempting to take your own life is one way to ensure you never end up dead, for the next time you see me, will be your last. I won’t come creeping and you’ll surely have to reap me, and, from what I can see, is a result of some sort of crash”…

When she said that, I truly felt that all hope was then lost. I looked over at the mirror and was unable to see my reflection, I thought to myself, “Am I really going to have to rely on natural selection”?

My mind was now really in tatters, as my thoughts, they were shattered and my spirit was broke. All I could do was choke every time I tried to breathe, every time I spoke…

All we did after that was sit in silence and stare at the moon…

Stay up; stay human too

#builtnotbought #whiteknuckles #inthegrip

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