Friends.

The sky is the blue ceiling with the fan staring down at me. Threatening me, telling
me it will hang out with me on it on a rope. It says it will find me a
rope to escape this high building. Just let it lie around my frail
neck. It will pull me up and show me the bird’s eye view of all things
new.

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3 thoughts on “Friends.

      • Oh..
        I do this suicide contemplation as a tact against boredom , monotony and random absence of anything extraordinary.
        I suggest read a book, fly a kite , fall in love , take a bath or roam where you feel always afraid to go.

        P.S:- If you end up reading book , I suggest read ‘Bell Jar’ .. it is the best contemplative suicide text ever 😀

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