I Wanted To Live Deliberately.

I watched "Dead Poet's Society". It ended, sky darkening. I put on my ski jacket from when I was twelve and my mother's boots. It wasn't very cold outside. The ground was very wet. I hung upside down from a swing, legs wrapped around the ropes. I stayed for a minute or so, then went back inside, not with the words "carpe diem" on my mind, but "put to rout all that was not life".