Sunday, July 17, 2011

Or could I?

Wish I could die on a night like this.

The never ceasing breeze, persistent to help me fly. The night of still clouds stretching infinitely into darkness, all I can hear for miles around is the sound of water caressing the rocks so far below.

Serenity is mine.
What would it take for me to jump?

A welcome of waves with open arms-
slosh, slosh, slosh, a breath underwater;
I am alive.

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