suicide note IV

we are standing upon the very edge of our world, where everything is frozen under a cold, black sun. it no long lights our path, it no longer warms our backs as we walk side by side, hands together, along our way. behind, are the shadows of what we were, fleeting dreams, delusions as what we thought we would be was certain, taken for granted. ahead, the fall, the dephts of solitude, of hatred, of a sorrow as deep as the end of the world we face now. i do not know what you think. i don't know how your eyes see what we left behind, or how they see the flow and reflow of the turbulent tides that swept us over.

it may seem fast, so fast that we couldn't see it before we were drowning on it. but no, oh no, it was not fast, it was not violent. it was slow, inexorable. we felt it in our feet, and we laughed at it. we felt it on our knees, and we said to each other that everything would be all right. we felt it on our waist - and we were naïve enough to believe that we were bigger than it, stronger than it. we could be saved. we could save ourselves.

but then, the tide reached our shoulders, our necks, our chins, and we were forced to see what we didn't want to see. we tried to stop the unstoppable flow of cold, dark water. we built walls of stone to climb to safety. but we forgot each other. we climbed alone.

and here we stand now, together but alone still, as our walls are caving in over us. everything that has a beginning has an end. we didn't chose to be born, to be here, to exist, but we know that we can chose how we end. yet we've chosen our path. perhaps the choices are given only once, and we can't chose how it will end.

still, some scales must be even. it's about time.