Waves race to mark the passage of time.
Crashing against the rocks, daring me.
I wait for nothing.
Looking back, I see nothing.
Looking ahead, I see the Sun close to close.
So am I.
Author’s note: For those of you wondering, I am not suicidal. But one month of being locked up with a bunch of crazies (my family) pushes you down the precipice.
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