Imagine this as you read, cowboys
I have this picture in my head. I have a new(to me) chair that I can picture myself falling asleep in. But wearing support socks, and curlers in my hair, an old slip covering my gaunt body, and the light playing off my tissue-paper thin, shiny skin. I would have fell asleep reading the paper. I have that in my head. That's how I imagined Plath should have died. In old age. It's amazing how quickly it takes to put a decision into action, once it's made. One, 2, three, go.
If I can just get back to that level of unawareness, I could be happy again. If I was just willing to settle....
Labels: drama, neurotic, Sylvia Plath, witness