Checking In

It was a simple joke, a pose for a picture.  Just clmib into the coffin and 3, 2, 1, SMILE! But lying in a coffin was more than a deal of 2 pictures for $20.  It was this 25, 24.75, year old’s existential crisis come to a halt.  All the worries I had carried with me, all the troubles and pressure to succeed, melted into the satin of the coffin, sinking inbetween the seams. Disappearing from me.  I was at ease.  In a place so troublesome, an insane asylum, I felt free.  There was a sublime and peacefulness to my mind.  Surrounded by soo much pain and death there was assurance.  Assurance that my life has just begun and to not waste it.

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