I saw the rope Innocently blowing gently against the silver maple trunk root bound on top of the concrete It is what its forced to do
But no complaints come from the tree until the wind blows starting slowly, gently, rocking to and fro lullaby for finches and chickadees, who fly around in a buzz scrounging for their supper
Alas, I have gotten off the subject of my suicidal discoveries
I saw the rope and cut it but it was tough cotton, old and covered with a film of moss
as I sawed the salvation to my suicide my arm began to wear such work to off one's self why all the bother? there should be an easier way or at least a less dreadful effort to send the soul to the other side.
Finished. The rope is now cut, the curious dangling rope is but a stump of a rope still attached to the Silver Maple forever, soon to become swallowed up into the abyss of organic life.
My thoughts of giving up life by using the rope is now being taken by the life force of the Silver Maple forever being locked up to be found by some palenentolgist from another galaxy exploring Mother Earth by a future being.
Even in death, life continues in perputual motion forever and ever. Only dust becomes us and in that moment it ceases to be just a particle but nothingness.
If you read all his posts after his nose surgery and all those pictures of Tim with his shirt off covered in his mask, you also would wonder what happened? He is not wearing his mask at nights. Why not you ask? I don't know he won't answer. Maybe all that drama for nothing. Oh well.....I'm too tired anymore to ask him about it. Time to go to bed and get up at 5:15 to ride along with a 14-year old driver. A driver who stops when we turn corners! And he likes to drive on the left side of the road. Are we in England? Crykey, I'm gonna go to bed. G'nite.