August 27, 2002
watch me sink
And all I want to do is fall.. fall without thought or concern or the possibility of stepping back away from the ledge at the last possible second.
Fall into the chasm, the abyss.. fall and keep falling slowly, quickly, impossibly, endlessly down.
Down into the unknown depths of things I fear to explore. Down into the incorporeal realm of that which I dread facing in the harsh light of bright days and surreal nights. Down into the emblematic parlor room of forthright truths my mind chooses to rejects.
Down into your arms where nothing seems real but your embrace and the only smell is the aftershave that I�ve come to associate with you. Drowning in your eyes and your soft caress, forgetting all the �ations� for a while..
9:41 a.m.