Suicide no. 33: “Suicide no. 33”
–by Derek Alan Wilkinson
Point, click, rotating arrow. And here we are.
I didn’t even plan it like this.
I turned 33 today. I was born on March 6th, 1981. Pisces. I wanted to write, and formed a website. I chose the darkest of colors to etch out my characters. And here they are, along with you. I kept trying to come up with a title for another suicide piece, and simply failed.
And here I am, as well.
I looked into the mirror today, and realized that, simply by living out the years as I have—a part of me died. Choices already made are choices as etched in stone as stalagmites and stalactites buried deep within the earth. And there I lie, buried with them—at least, that part of me.
A part of me dies, and another, altogether different, continues to live, with each passing day.
And thus I live.
And as such I slowly die as well.
Inspired by The Daily Post’s daily prompt: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/06/prompt-time-after-time/