Idle mind is workshop of devil.
I sat there clueless. And imagined if there were a bottle of poison next to my bed, would i reach out and augment the silence inside myself? I imagine the picture to closest detail and realize that yes, i would. As if on an instinct, as if saving a child from fall, or closing your eyes when the person you connect to like a miracle kisses you. I think stupor, more often than grief must lead people to suicide. The people who have everything in life yet realize the shallowness and temporary nature of everything they possess.
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