A quickie. Just came to mind while I was playing around on gmail. Trying to see if I could write a 'college' level paper. What bullshit. Anyways enjoy.

The sunlight glinted off my porcelain face as the water hit the shore with a vengeance. The rocks in the distance looked as inviting as the sea below. I got up from the slightly rotted tree trunk I was laying upon, dusting off the moist moss that latched itself onto my jeans. I dug my bare feet into the ground before I sauntered off towards the bluffs that stood in the way of my peace of mind. I climbed up the jagged edges, until I reached the peak of the highest mountain. Situating myself at the ledge, and looking down at the massive drop that lay before me. I closed my eyes, and a small smile played across my lips. I moved forward and inch, and than another. Finally I felt the wind breezing past my face trying to push my back up, and the black water below, roaring with excitement at it's new ember falling from the sky. Sometimes I think of the sea as a mother, and sometimes I think of it as an enemy. At times it nurtures your lost soul, harboring you until you are free to go, and then there are times like these, when your enemy looks in your eyes and smile a satisfied smile as you fall to your death. But I did not mind today I accepted my enemy into my heart, and let the blood pour out. The years, on top of years of heartache I have suffered for this one moment of bliss, this instant feeling of relief. But as I hit the water, feeling my bones crack and snap in places the were never supposed to break, was I making the right choice. Could I have gotten my bliss somewhere else. Surely no one will find me, the sea will take me out, where I will rot in the deepest of crevasse, the darkest parts of the ocean for all eternity. I made my choice though, when I allowed the water to pull me down, and I was right. Nobody ever found me, but I found myself. I found peace. I found my home.