...a valley forsaken...
So close to the edge....when you're looking down at all the
fuzzy people everything else around you seems trivial and
about as non-existant as your own emotion. You keep
blinking and try to get them into focus...get them into
their proper perspective but it just makes the lines seem
wavy. For a second you think you're high because everytime
someone says something to you, you can only see their lips
move....so in your mind you make bubble words fly from
their mouths. Beautiful words that, together, make as much
sense as the reason you're standing on this ledge.
But they don't know that their bubble words don't have any
effect on you and they keep talking...talking and talking
and talking. You squint for a moment...and fall.
The bubble words don't catch you but now everything that
alluded you before comes flashing at you with a vengence.
And that's the way you wanted it.
This is kind of how I felt when I had my closest experience
with death herself....this reaction was spured by the poem
of a struggling girls uncertain reality...and my way of
strength to all the weak....