A product of my heart and my imagination. Words are wisdom, this is mine.

Shitless

Standing in front of the mirror. Looking at self, watching water drip down body. Puts arms up to fly, but drops them in defeat. Looks as self in mirror. Stares. Walks into bedroom and slowly puts on clothes. Room is full of packed boxes. Everything seems empty but a few traces of life on the walls. Gets on bike. Races, races, races. Speeds up to the edge of shoreline and skids just at the edge. Gets off, drops bike. Slowly walks into the water. Slowly but eventually is fully emerged, eyes open. Staring. Looks down at heart, clutches. Clutches for breath, screams out. On the ground, soaking, dripping, staring up into the sky. Clutching for breath. Staring.