As he inhaled the smoke from the cigarette he thought of
many things, too many.
Mainly that life is too short.
As he cut his wrist open he thought to himself "it's a
common misconception that one cannot breathe underwater-
it's simply something we aren't used to, we choose not too"
He looked upon his life and realized that simply put- he is
too old. All his life he had been under, life seemed more
fascinating when one looks at it dejectedly, and he had been
bred with that written upon his mind.
Looking with fascination at the two slightly different
colors of smoke from both ends of the cigarette he mused to
himself of being that smoke- harming only the ones who chose
to be harmed by him (one hopes) and then quietly dispersing
without anyone feeling him gone. "How I would like to be a
thing discarded after use. Jim has put it in words much
better then I did: "keeps your eyes on the road and your
hands upon the wheel", so did Roger Waters: "if I were a
swan, I'd fly away".
The moment he thought of that, he realized that his music is
nearly always chosen because of a feeling from the lyrics,
even subconsciously. A thing which is hard to come by now a
day's what with all the trashy junk on the radio.
Did you know that most people greatest fear is to die alone
and unloved? Amazing people completely different and they
all fear the same thing.
When god laughs- millions die, the earth quakes with fear
and waves of water crash everything in there path trying to
run away from the horrendous power, lucky for us humans god
hasn't laughed too many times.
All I know is, that sometimes I feel that lonely feeling
more acutely then others, and all I want then is eternal
darkness encompassing me.
So the thought ends, the tears dry up and all that's left is
salt- like a corpse rotting until only bones exist.
Do you know what it feels like to be dead and rotting? I
always did.