the sun and the moon.
failure is beautiful.

i am yet again perched on the very edge of the cliff of the harbinger of madness.
can i bring an umbrella in case it starts to rain blood?
doubt so. then i shall continue balancing.
but after that please let me free fall into an abyss of faith.
it will be all pitched black. but i believe a sliver of white will cut into the darkness.

no light. i cannot find light.
will not say this is the end but will say this is the end of the beginning.
fly. fly away towards glorified sunrise.
still no light. for the sun has burnt out.
the moon then. the moon has some light.
aghast the moon has flew away to another planet.
sheesh. will i land? head first or feet first? i cannot choose.

no. i cannot choose. the choice is not mine. and will never, ever be mine.

goodnight.