Last night I dreamed that I took a razor and slashed my wrists. The blood rushed out of the wounds in small red beams from every beat of my heart. It hurt, but in a good way. Everything was so calm and quiet. It felt as if nothing was impossible. Everything was just beautiful. Life as it seemed was drifting further and further away. As I was getting lost within myself I suddenly realized all the things I am leaving behind and so I pressed my bloody arms against my body regretting it all.
If only I was braver.
