posted on May, 26 2016 @ 04:43 PM
The ledge is only about eight inches wide, but I continue, with my back to the wall, . .a rock wall, unfeeling and cold, craggy and old . . a barren
place. . .to waste . .away. I am alone.
Down below, hundreds of feet below . . .raging surf and deadly rocks . .await. For me ? We'll see. Sanctuary is just around the corner.
A cave . .maybe another hundred feet or so.
My fingers are bleeding from holding so tight, I need to do this, and do it right. Another step . . .I've taken one again . . .
The wind is blowing, the rain pelting down . . .so why do I feel like there isn't a sound . . .except my heart . .beating . . .
Will you be there . . .waiting for me ? I think not. I am alone. And maybe . . .I have to . . .atone.
The ledge is only about four inches wide now. I am soaked. I am feeling giddy . . .my pretty.
Down below, hundreds of feet below . . .raging surf and deadly rocks . . .await.
Ah hell . . .you're not there anyway. What difference does it make if I make my way . . . for nothing.
The wind is blowing, the rain pelting down . . . I think I can fly . . .if I try . . .goodbye.