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Thursday, June 26, 2008,10:31 PM
For the first time today, I wasn't afraid of dying.
I looked up at the evening sky, tinged pale purple, like a clouding bruise. Someday, I would be gone - my essence scattering into the wind like the atoms of the whirling eddies of smoke. The sweet-sickening smell of decay, rising from the smug pot of incense in the peanut seller's basket. Strangely enough, it didn't bother me as it would have done, once.
For the first time, I felt the need to rest - to sleep a dreamless sleep.
Controlled clean cut.
Like the guillotine cutter neatly slicing the head of a cigar.
I looked up at the evening sky, tinged pale purple, like a clouding bruise. Someday, I would be gone - my essence scattering into the wind like the atoms of the whirling eddies of smoke. The sweet-sickening smell of decay, rising from the smug pot of incense in the peanut seller's basket. Strangely enough, it didn't bother me as it would have done, once.
For the first time, I felt the need to rest - to sleep a dreamless sleep.
Controlled clean cut.
Like the guillotine cutter neatly slicing the head of a cigar.
Birth is scented with death
Death with birth..
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