Standing on a granite mass, a cold air surrounds me, my skirt clings to my ankles in fear- darkness engulfs me. Wishing to go higher I scale further, moss and mud-as my fingers scrape the steepened rock face. My bare toes frozen with remorse, still... I know this is my course.
I cannot bear another moment, I am lifeless and have been for so long. The world now permanently frozen in a black and white realm; I melt into nothingness. I clutch my knees crouched low, and I soon turn to ice. This despair has been a lifelong force... I slowly move forward to my course.
Quivering I move toward the edge, darkness is all I can make out. A black hole of misery- and a remedy to cure that which ails below. I stop and briefly ponder- how will I look when I am found? Will anyone ever find me? I wonder if I will feel anything upon impact as I melt into the snow. My mind is my death, it's always been the source... My feet leave ground as I fall in to course.