Today is a day I would like to die, a good day to die I’d say.
The blade feels no pain yet gives such torture to its victims
Inanimate object how do you do it?
Today I think of dying and I am content
Strung out from judgements and worries accumulated like a snow fall, colder and colder with each landing.
Will I die today? I would be content.
Dramatic you may say but what else is there but passion. We do not use the burning flower for nothing.
Cosmic airways may I speak with thee, can we dance?
What information do have of and for me?