Lunara
I dragged feet to the edge
Dont look down, just do it.
Don't look at your demise.
My dad taught me that.
It was better to watch death from afar, rather then to stare it straight in the face.
I knew what lied in store for me down below.
Nothing.
I would become apart of the mountain, unmoving and still.
Numb.
Eventually I would weather and erode, all by nature's course.
Gone.
I would finally be free.
I sat alone in the mud, covered in my own sin. I knew there was no escape, I knew that there was nothing I could do. I had weathered through many paths of life, and I had destroyed each and every one of them. I would never find peace, or love..I am already gone.
I walk, I feel, I run, I conceal. My footprints echo off the floors, they open doors, and I hope they make it to you. They carry me through the past and help me towards my future. Paving the way. Saving my memories.