Whenever I look down upon her beauty
a great sense of calm washes over me.
The smell of salty sea-air
I know that I will be okay
I can feel the wind in my hair, lifting my locks up high.
And that tingling buzz of excitement I gets in the bottom of my stomach
The sound of waves crashing against stone
Is this what it’s like? To be so enamored that one can’t help but close their eyes, and surrender?

The moment passes and her evanescence begins to fade
My gaze looks upward to the sky
An ocean of clouds with little lights seeping through the cracks
I reach out and grab a sunbeam

My blood is rebel red,
So if I bleed,
They can't keep me down.

I stay strong,
Running till I see the sun.
Back against a cliff,

This isn't the time to slip.

Memory garbage dump
Holding everything old
Aged releasing all

I've realized my brain
Swollen from decades of thought
Now, only wants now

Goodbye to the past
Earth quakes releasing the crust
Cliffs of synapse fall

The height of the cliff,
It draws me near.
It seeks out my rifts,
Takes away my fears.

The silent crashing sea,
It calls to me.
It brings a certain peace,
A calming finality.

The whispers of the breeze,
It soothes away crystal tears.
Gentle whispers of lullaby,
Echoing through the years.

The solid rocks below,
They tell me "come",
Their strength and rigidity,
Enough to lure the numb.

And so I stand at the edge,
Take the scenery above,
Before I succumb,
To the pull of below.

The blow. The flow.
My arms are wings thrown,
Yet the only way to go,
Is down, where peace and silence grows.

Loving is like
Hanging on a cliff
Once you fall,
There's no coming back

Most try to climb up
Some succed, some fail

But, they don't understand
That there's happiness
In letting go too

Let go and who knows?
Maybe you'll fall somewhere
You'd never want to
Climb up from

Upon the gate
Words inscribed
"TRESPASSERS BEWARE"

Behind me mist recedes
Steep cliff revealed
At the brink I tense

My footsteps echo as
The gate looms larger
Damp black rocks under

Hits me the tortured's howls
As I step across the threshold
Legs steady, eyes set

Dense fog obscuring
Flame and body
The torch flickers

A winding path I follow
Patient and unwavering
With sword unsheathed

Cold wind announces my destination
Before me the chasm yawns
From my hands the flickering torch
Fell boucing down jagged rocks

I grasp the hilt of my sword
Light refracting off the blade
I hold it outward through the fog
Its light dimming by the minute
And await the terrors to come

Rumbling from the distance
The gate crashes down
Darkness falls upon this realm
The chilly wind picking up
All sounds coming to a halt
I close my eyes

Steps unsteady as I pick my way
Not knowing how many
Gasping I pull my feet back
As it touched empty space
Then tentatively I inch
Forward with a heavy breath
Until I stop at the very brink

For a minute staying still yet
With a lurch I slip into the chasm
Cloak billowing above me I
Flail around in a frenzy
I feel the cool hilt still and
Point the sword downwards
Taking a deep breath and
Bracing for the impact

𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘶𝘴.
It always works,
Doesn’t it?

But beware
When you cross that line
And nobody knows
What is true anymore.

The bandwagon
Sure is prone
To crashing.

with the eagerness
of a cliff dive i plunge to
our depths collective