
lucid
antinatalist specialist
- Jun 29, 2019
- 177
I've had this lingering in my head for a while so it will be nice to finally type it out somewhere. It's a peaceful thought, sometimes.
It's a cold, snowy winter night. A narrow path leads down the quiet and empty woodland scenery toward a clearing of few but large dead trees. I'm stood there in one of the most bewitching black dresses eyes could lay themselves upon. There is no weight on my mind from anything. In my hand, a beautifully decorated tanto which I place to my wrist. I smile faintly to myself, before jerking the blade back and repeating the same on the other. It cuts sharply and painfully, but I grit my teeth and continue to smile. Sitting down on the bench behind me, I lay my arms out as I paint the scenery a beautiful crimson.
It's a cold, snowy winter night. A narrow path leads down the quiet and empty woodland scenery toward a clearing of few but large dead trees. I'm stood there in one of the most bewitching black dresses eyes could lay themselves upon. There is no weight on my mind from anything. In my hand, a beautifully decorated tanto which I place to my wrist. I smile faintly to myself, before jerking the blade back and repeating the same on the other. It cuts sharply and painfully, but I grit my teeth and continue to smile. Sitting down on the bench behind me, I lay my arms out as I paint the scenery a beautiful crimson.