
So, what will I say? I’ll tell them all, the angels, ‘I got drunk in the snow! And sang. And played pirates.’ Yes, I’ll tell them, I’m ready now, I’ll be an angel. Ten minutes ago you could see the entire horizon. Now only the dusk, and the first few stars. So dark, So dark. So dark…
I believe everyone thinks about suicide; it’s the truly depressed who act upon it.