Slit here

Tried posting a black and white photo here for you readers to see.
If you like to know. It's a picture of a man's wrist. With the tatoo "Slit".
I've always been intrigued by such photos. Black and white photos. Especially this one.

So quiet.
So still.

Yet it says alot.

Life preserved in just one shot.
Like that very monent before you take your life.
The ringing in your ear.
The silence.
That single reason.
Peace.

Just before you change your mind.

I believe that,
when one dies,
when he least expects.
Life flashes past.
Only when he least expects it.

I believe,
the mind, the brain, our brain.
Works against us.
That moment. When we least expect it.
The regret. That second.
It triggers regret. Triggers a life much better. A life worth living.
A life left behind.
A life we can no longer live.
That moment last a lifetime.
An after death of regret.

But when you act.
On your own accord.
That peace.
The knowing that you have control.
Knowing you can end it.
That peace.
The quiet.
The silence.
Death.
As you wish it to be.
An afterlife that doesn't exist.