Moving surely towards the cliffs edge, the man recounted the memories and times passed which had ultimately led him to this dire situation. As if his footsteps were like milestones surpassed within his short history, each one whether it be rarely euphoric or commonly painful guided him closer to the ledge until at last he stood there. His toes hung over into space, his body leant squarely between the welcome unknown and the known which so abused him. Half safe, half gone, like his mind had been. Until, just like his mind, the safe became belittled by the call of the emptiness, and gravity itself could not hold up his sorrows. As he fell he found within himself the something that he had been searching for for so, so long - a spark of something that lit up his soul like fire, reminding him what it was like to feel again. And even if that spark was fear, as the cool water engulfed him his eyes closed with the weariness of carrying the world upon his shoulders, and he felt something he hadn't for what felt like a thousand lifetimes. As his body sunk his spirit soured, free at last to rattle the stars.

14/11/14 - Skyla