completely random
I walked out to the cliff tonight and looked out at the ocean. The air was cold, and I could feel each slap of wind as it moved across my skin. I sat on the edge, letting my legs dangle over the edge, and I felt so close to falling...and there was no fear, just a comfort in knowing I wouldn't. What does it say when my fear is gone? Is that just seeing what is inevitable?
The clouds blocked my view of the stars, so I merely laid back on the broken, ruined grass, looking up into darkness. I could smell the water, taste it on my tongue.
I felt small and alone, and yet somehow, I wasn't.
Is it wrong that I wish I were back there right now? It it wrong that I felt warmer, there in the chilled night, than I do here, right now? It wasn't sad there, or alone, even. It simply was.
Where do I belong?
The clouds blocked my view of the stars, so I merely laid back on the broken, ruined grass, looking up into darkness. I could smell the water, taste it on my tongue.
I felt small and alone, and yet somehow, I wasn't.
Is it wrong that I wish I were back there right now? It it wrong that I felt warmer, there in the chilled night, than I do here, right now? It wasn't sad there, or alone, even. It simply was.
Where do I belong?