Blue Skies
When the run is finished I look up into the trees. For over a year now I have been obsessed with death and suicide. Other people’s, mostly.
It started with a trip to the Far East. I had to take anti Malarial treatments the side effect of which was suicidal thoughts. One day not long after getting back I was sitting in front of a computer screen when suddenly and without warning I found myself wanting to slash my wrists. Envisaging blood. Wanting to die. Lingering on black thoughts.
It was a place I had never expected to visit and was unprepared. Fortunately I could step outside myself and understand what was happening.
Then last year I was running underneath a viaduct when someone threw themselves off it. The body got caught in a tree. I am an Atheist. No, really.
