It's a moonlit night, the stars fading into view and grass blowing in the wind, a sonata sounds that serenades my vulnerable being. Where am I? Cold is all I can feel, I haven't felt warmth in a long while. How long has it been? Weeks? Months? I don't remember. Time has seemed to slip along with my sanity, a lost feeling that just appears serial. It's almost tragic.
I've spent most of my lost time on this cliff. Feeling the breeze in between my fingers under the pine tree. As the ocean rages below me I don't contemplate, I don't think, I just exist. Kind of. The rocks beneath me are hard, but my back doesn't feel the shock waves going up my spine. I can't bring myself to feel regret or sorrow, though it's not a peaceful feeling.
They said this tends to happen when people are new but I think I was too insensible to truly soak in what he said. I didn't realize it would last this long.