Monday, January 24, 2011

#7: Departure


I sat on a smooth rock, barely visible in the faint moonlight. The wind caressed my body and ran its gentle fingers through my hair while whistling a mournful tune that pulled at something indefinable inside me. The water flirted with my bare feet.

I tried to gain some semblance of control over the thoughts running through my head and failed. So I remained seated, waiting.

Finally, I was too tired to think.

“I can’t do this anymore.” I whispered.

Slowly, I walked into the water till the cold spread from the tip of my toes to my throat.

Feeling happy for the first time in what felt like a very long time, I turned around for a final look at the world I had once belonged in.

I yelled out a final goodbye before leaving it all behind. 

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