Unfinished

Watch the clouds move,

An obsession with water. With wind. With wind and sunshine and water.

Every morning I would pull off the sheets and leave by train to the river. I would strip off my clothes and throw them down on the low floating dock cast out in the Willamette. And then I would jump.

An obsession with water. With wind. And with jumping.

They asked,  do you want to die

No, I don’t bring these thoughts here. They just come.

Submerged in water it will come. Being covered in water, every inch of my skin caressed, held. It’s thick, murky, stealing my legs from beneath me. I lower and lift my hands to watch them disappear under blue. I slip beneath and feel the last bit of my head peak before being swallowed. And everything is dark, and cold, and all I can hear is the faint movement of the water against the dock. And so it comes, “wouldn’t this be the way to end things”.

Author's Note

These are just things I wrote. Very unfinished and unpolished. As much criticism and support you can throw my way is greatly appreciated.