the words scorch my throat
as i say them
no, not effortlessly
but jagged—sharp—staggered
like the rocks that sit
at the bottom of
cliffs
i am looking out at the pale
sea
i cannot differentiate
the water from the
sky
i find myself inching forward
looking at the solace before me
i let out one last deep breathe
then
i feel my feet go out from
under me
i fall into
the never ending beautiful abyss
of
peace of mind
W
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 1:01 AM UTC
the words scorch my throat
as i say them
no, not effortlessly
but jagged—sharp—staggered
like the rocks that sit
at the bottom of
cliffs
i am looking out at the pale
sea
i cannot differentiate
the water from the
sky
i find myself inching forward
looking at the solace before me
i let out one last deep breathe
then
i feel my feet go out from
under me
i fall into
the never ending beautiful abyss
of
peace of mind
W
