❝does it matter how much
i think about death?
would you admit it if it did?
here’s the thing: i’m kind of fascinated by non-existence.
it’s just there’s so much going on in here - i mean, this head.
the concept of silence is too enormous.
i mean i don’t want to die—
but i sure would appreciate the quiet.❞
THINK QUIETLY. what hurts more: the weight of the gun in your broken hands, the blood coming from your nose, the voices in your mind or the great that burdens your chest everyday?