Puddle

Thursday, February 15, 2007

I just want to melt into non-existence. No dramatic gunshots, or pill overdoses. No leaping off of tall bridges with sweet sharp rocks peering out from the icy water below. Today, the dream isn’t about a violent end, or even a sadly whispered goodbye. It’s just about melting away into a small un-noticed puddle of liquid to be silently evaporated up into the atmosphere without even being noticed.