I just attended my brother's wedding back home in Michigan. During the reception, I received a text message telling me that one of dearest friends had committed suicide. You cannot imagine the paradox of the timing. Here's I felt in that moment:
I'm sorry I couldn't help you M. But at least I was able to tell you why. I'm still in the same spot. Beneath the fog, under blankets, but next to the Pacific ocean. As I had planned.
If you ever want to visit.
To my brother, I'm sorry I found out during your wedding reception. I truly am.
I tried to save flowers to press in resin from the isle. I was too depressed, selfish? To unpack them before the mold came in.
Suicide tends to seem selfish. But I am the queen fairy godmother of sympathetic intuition. I believe these molded specimens to be a perfect reflection of the evening.
It was a beautiful wedding.
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