On October 26th, last Thursday, I ate a handful of poison hemlock seeds I had researched thoroughly. I was so ready. I had prepared all summer. Ready for peace, or nothingness, or heaven, or hell, or my next life, or a reset. I want to die, and I’ve wanted to die for a very very long time. My chest and gut physicaly hurt when I think of having to push on for 60 or so years living only for my friends and family. ..the seeds are from a camping trip. I know hemlock. The leaves, the flowers, the colors, the smell, and yes, the taste. […]
