Standing at the edge of the cliff. Looking down to see the jagged rocks and white tops crashing around. Holding my arms out like I’m flying, shifting my weight forward onto the tips of my toes. I could do it. I could take a leap and let the ocean claim my body. Let the rest of the world drift away. I always thought there was something kind of romantic about a ship wreck. How the stern and the bow end up preserved under a watery grave. If I was pulled beneath the water would I remain the same? Would this hurt and exhaustion be put to rest? Would I no longer battle with this brokenness inside of me?



















