
Lost Magic
Illuminated
- May 5, 2020
- 3,201
When my mother was very ill in hospital I remember going behind the back of the building. There was a tall, green hill that I would climb. I would sit there for hours and just gaze over at the train tracks, thinking maybe that would be a nice place to just lay down and call it a day. Back then I was thinking about more violent methods like that. I have sodium nitrite now, but I am thinking of going back to sit on that hill again, just to gaze over at the tracks.