The abyss
The sun is warm. I am standing on the edge of a cliff. This same cliff that has witnessed so much drama, happiness, excitment, anger, fear and despair.
On this cliff, young wives have contemplated their imminent widowhood. The dark and far carcass of a once prideful frigate sinking with lives and uproars amidst the enraged ocean. Tomb to so many husbands, fiances and fathers.
Ooh Cliff! Young suicides have laid their lives on your altar. Lovers have lost their innocence on your fresh and green grass hair.
From your edge, I see the sea. I can smell its iodised, cold and salted wind. I can feel its mood and power.
The wind blows in my hair but I could not care less. I am on the edge of an abyss.
Be with me always, take any form, drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!” Heathcliff.
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