//Brasstown Falls S.C.// *original photography by me* 08.22
They speak an ancient language.
Telling me I owe the sand my soul.
My realities are breaking.
Thoughts from a balcony
transition to whispers from the sidewalks below.
Beckoning me to hurl my body into the winds of change,
to smile as the concrete rushes up,
to relish in the crushing of my bones,
to find peace as my memories stain the ground beneath me.
But i refuse..
I step away from the edge.
I tell myself the day is young.
I gather every goddamned ounce of stubborn resilience I can possibly muster and I force myself to face the morning sun..until the whispers are lost in translation..and the shadows wave goodbye.