Category: Let's talk
I went back to the bridge yesterday in the rain withan empty insulin pen to find something I'm not at all sure what.. some insight? Maybe
hindsight? Or at least an inkling of how I came to be there,intent on killing myself..and there was nothing! I stood there under an umbrella, waiting thinking and allowing my mind to drift in the hope that the tidal pull of the river might draw out the reason or the answer might come floating towards me,amid the debris..nothing transpired except total confusion so it remains a mystery..the shrinks will have endless fun with this dilemma.. I can hear their crackpot theories now..tell me guys, whose really the crazy one.