Salt and Sadness

Have you ever stood on a Cliffside in the middle of the night

and contemplated the jump

Looked into the darkness with the wind whipping around you

Watched the waves crashing against the rocks

Have you envisioned the biting cold shocking your skin as you made contact with the water

and felt the sharp inhale of breath

The momentary regret before you just let go of everything

That darkness enveloping you, and that relief flooding you to your bones

And then walked away, tasting nothing but salt and sadness on your lips.

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