Im thinking of where it should end…
A mountain?
A forest?
A beach?
A lake?
Back where it all began or somewhere totally new?
Rain or sun?
Day or night?
Swift or after one final time of reflection on what was what could have been and what will never be?
Thoughts?
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i prefer the old dock town. next to the warf, on the mossed rocks. sky is is clumsy, no helpful. but plenty of stars in sight. fill my revolver cowardly like a petite girl. while thinking a friendly jeep swallowing sands. thinkink shoot the bullet in my mouth like volodya did. i want..like..im a princess…yes…a little troyka carrying bullets for my revolver, troyka goes the tiny path, bring bullets to his petite princess. to me, on the mossed rocks.
i prefer the old dock town.
I would like sit on top of a mountain, on a little peak overlooking my town, watch the sunset one last time, stand up, turn my back to the cliff, and let the gun do the rest of the work while my lifeless body falls from the sky.
If I have my wits about me, I’ll sail a few hundred leagues into the Atlantic, drink my magic mai tai, hang off the bow and let sleep, gravity & water do the rest.
But somehow I don’t think I’ll have my wits about me and it’ll be considerably less poetic, considerably more violent and in some dirty street at 4 am.