The wind whips around me. The scene is terribly breathtaking...from so high up. another step forward...another sweet breath...another memory slips. As my toes curl around the edge of the rocky surface. Do you get a rush? From this sweet surrender?
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I long for the darkness. For the delicious nothing. And I take another step forward but there is nothing to step onto. The waves crash. They welcome me to them. Welcome me to no more pain.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
No More Pain
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