Forever January

So I settled down with blade in hand, ready to eviscerate this fragile heart from my body. I lost myself in the lines dissecting love, in the words that cut to the bone.

The nights have rendered themselves silent to me, the days devoid of meaning. You and I, we reflected on life — is it better to live long and old or go out young? What is the worth of one life, anyway? We’re born, we live a little, we die. We come and go like mayflies on the water.

Is it really so horrible for me to say I’m tired of coming and I’m ready to go? My footprint is etched in water — it’ll surely disappear from memory with the next incoming wave.

I remember well the day I looked out to the horizon, out towards the vast sea, and wanted nothing more than to throw myself onto those jagged rocks, to become the sea foam that laps against the shore.

Freedom of the soul never felt so close as it did that day.