I live my life day to day, no looking forward to the next day, no predicting what's going to happen. Standing on a cliff my life stands on the
winds
Everyday the winds get harder, everyday the edge gets closer.
Jutting rocks stare at me from below and laugh because they know thats it's almost
Feeding time and soon they will have another corpse to feed on.
The water kisses my face as it smashes against the stones below.
The wind is so inviting almost asking me to jump. "I'll carry you away..." It tells me.
My legs bend prepared to snap strait again, but they stop.
What if I jump here?
What if the winds don't carry me?
Maybe the end is just closer than I expected.
The wind forever in relation with the rocks that await me below.
Maybe I'll wait...
 Father Fluff · Wed Jun 04, 2008 @ 04:40pm · 0 Comments |
