True to form.
Didn't vote, was a small box, smelled like a fox trap. Get busy trapping myself some days.
Fence was closest but rail about a fence and there are no fences I have that won't be under/over/through and past my paws at some point.
Still some thoughts on a life to live. Some more suffering but anything easy, never did really enjoy that for any length of time.
Reason for a fence? Well maybe distill my own whiskey, not a lush or alcoholic. Maybe someday make a friend of an angry, off the cuff, truth in your face, older Scottish woman. Don't know why, think there may be a caring in the lilted voice and a piss on that, woman.
Still looking into what I am, tinkering with the distillation of my own being, looking for a Final Cut that sums me well enough.
I'm a practical fellow when it comes to death. I know some pass easy, some don't. The for sure things in life are not the good ones or plated as we would like.
A moment, all the fears I've had were a moment, powerful joys the same. It seems a good constant to consider, for me. There are numerous options that once started will offer a fair gamble of passing. No, wouldn't want death by a million mice stamping me in to the mud but tiny feet are powerful. When the time comes would pick a method that offers that gamble, like poisoning by Hemlock. Not the way for some but partial hanging isn't mine either. I have a framework of a death, that ripples as little as possible for those that may still find me a treasure in their own minds.
Not as much ideation, but more there is a twilight path to trod on and when I step off on that I'd like to go with concerns at rest and my daughters on their own journey, and my wife knowing I wanted a love that could have been good enough for forgiveness. Will look to get as close as I can to some of those. Then keep an eye on that path or an ear out for that cursing friend with a lilting voice that's giving life and death a stripping down.
A deep loss sometimes covers all the sparkle in a soul. Even now as it washes me, I'm still bitchin at my mistakes, callousness, love, death, life, existence, pointlessness of it, and true to form will go down with an old fire burned low.
Maybe, a just not having it either way but a moment will tip the can, answer option would have done it. Can't just let it be right?! How I was hammered out though.
Sutter