Trees rustling in the wind, it finally picked up. it never did. I always wondered why that was the case. it was always calm, except for the changing of seasons.
The leafs are falling. Autumn scattered across the beach. its the same every year but somehow always seems to feel different, probably why I can never truly feel at home here. its not anyone's fault. My mom only wanted what was best for me at the time. who could blame her?
Oh but how her son turned out. A scrawny man on the beach writing about a time long past. Ironic.
I think today is the day. could there be a better time? The season of change, there is no better time then now.
But what will she think? that I've given up? No. I've done all I can. it's time for a change. a major change. its something I need to do.
I fold the letter and get up. I wish that I had more to say, but frankly... I don't think adding words would have altered anything. People know that. my people know that.
I was already at the old birch when the sunset on the horizon... beautiful.
I stripped and folded my close next to the stump. it felt inevitable, and I damn well knew it. why am I talking to my self in third person? I don't know Why?.. Why?.. Why?..wh-
The letter flew from my hands, I don't CARE...
I TOOK the plastic bag from my side and took out the revolver.
I PLACED the gun to my head... and shot myself
Rain falling. Twisted trees.
"Where am I?"