and for miles and miles the forest smiles encompassing my restricted options all the pros call for liberating me, the con my mouth tastes like medicine “oh, look at the state she’s in” what state am I in? call a “friend”? means to an “end”? death is always a means maybe I should believe suicide is as real as an apple suicide is a meal as an apple suicide is strength and built like a lost castle welcome - to - disney - land