I see that it’s Spring and sunny. The wet earth is starting to smell nice. Flowers are starting to scent the air, little by slowly. It’s a new year in truth, and I look forward to it. And in the moments between one ray of sunshine and another, when the sun dims and the air cools briefly, I will probably be thinking of the coolness of a dark crevice of the kind an old tired animal might lie down in to return to the earth at last. At sunset the world will glow with beauty and passion and by nine or ten in the evening I may well be contemplating suicide again, furtively. When spring is most beautiful, it is the moment right after that beauty that seems a good time to die. Before it blows up in my face and takes something back that was given freely. But I am looking forward to Spring. There will be moments of joy and peace amongst flowers. Warm sun…. That can’t be bad.
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Yes, Spring is a nice time. Ideal temperatures and receding precipitation.
Joy and peace among flowers, grass, trees, rocks, hills, valleys, and the creatures that call all that home. No complaints, no expectations, no demands … simplicity.
I love to watch the branches of a tree swaying in the wind. At the mercy of the wind, they go with the flow of reality. They don’t resist reality. And, when it comes time for the branches to break, they let go and break … with grace, and no complaints.
A great time to die, indeed.
Everything this man said right here.
“That can’t be bad.”
i underatand how you feel i am personally thinking of just buying a little something and going to sleep forever with an overdose
Spring is my favorite season.