• karlolaf 23w

    Where are you?

    Back here once more. The beach side where we met for the very first time. Bottle stuck in my fist. Bottle that is the last being on this awful earth, that is here for me. To end my miserable life. To forget you once more. Watching the moon and stars shine upon me, listening to the sea gently sing me a lullaby, grasping gently the empty bottle, i close my eyes. I shed a few more salty tears, thinking about you. I fall into a dark, heavy, rough slumber, which i hope to never wake from. Falling asleep, i repeat myself : Where are you?