Just sitting here;
The ground seems barely
15 feet below my toes and
surely it won't hurt for me
to just, this once, let go?

No concrete pavement,
just rocky earth beneath;
soil dried and hardened,
toiling away, like us.

Wind blows whispers
into my open eyes,
guessing then, that one
must see to hear, as such;

I see oblivion.

14/11/08
12:51