Have you ever been sad? I don’t mean sad like you didn’t get to see your best friend on their birthday, or sad like you watched a baby bird fall out of a tree. I mean sad like you don’t want to do anything about it. Sad like you just feel done. Sad like you want to venture deep into a forest, push aside the underbrush, the leaves and twigs and rotting things, and create a circle. A circle of bare earth where you can just lie down. You can just lie down, curl up, and let your heart stop beating. No pain to it at all, your heart just stops. Birds chirp and fly over you, maybe a deer carefully strides by and stops to smell you. Bugs certainly make a home in you. You lie there, your heart stopped, for twenty years. Then a couple of little boys, playing in the woods, happen upon your curled up skeleton, and make up stories about how you got there.
"Maybe he happened upon a mad bear and just fainted curled up and died!"
"Or maybe he ate some poison berries and he felt sick and curled all up and everything!"
The only thing they got right, of course, is the fact that you curled up and died. The truth is your heart stopped because you were just done. That’s it.
That’s what I mean.
Sad like that.