At the edge of a cliff, staring at the horizon; observing that its beauty is not limited to your view nor is your view limited to its beauty.
Falling off that cliff seems a bit lofty and surreal even so no fear no pain only a certain peace is found whilst falling.
Every once in a while I'll come back here and look upon the horizon, thinking, reflecting, remembering the laughter fears, love, hurt and memories of immeasurable proportion, they seem distant but feel near.
those gone those remembered, those yet to come, leave a mark; deep. yet invisible, memorable yet fading as the minds narrows there is only silence and blackness.
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