a seaview over the abyss
i remember this feeling, this place - a dark place - but this time i’m standing on a sea cliff looking down at the abyss, rather than drowning inside of it. but even if i were to fall down again, i know how to climb up.
this place still feels - lonely and hard. full of sharp, jagged edges, where you climb and climb and each step hurts, and feels brittle, as if walking on rocks like black glass.