"When you look into the abyss, the abyss looks back into you." -Nietzsche
Wind was soft that day. As if a motherly hand had caressed his face The same hand that had punched and slapped happiness into a ****** pulp.
I remember rain that day, like diamonds breaking upon his cheek. These jewels of familiarity, tears.
"When you look into the abyss, the abyss looks back into you." -Nietzsche
He gazed in contempt from atop the bridge. The water had been rising. Yet death rose faster, always faster.
I remember his face that day. 10 Finally noticeable. 9 As if life had softly ****** life away. 8 Softly like wind. 7 Laughter echoes, 6 it splatters like rain. 5 They told him to leap for the stars. 4 Would he had gone far? 3 wind hit him like cars, 2 rain like bullets. 1 Lift off.
But Houston we have a problem. You see, they'll never know how hard the river felt. Hard like his first kiss, kissing the pavement.