I stand above the river atop a small platform with a waist high metal brown railing before me and a dimly lit street lamp hoovering overhead. My red and white New York hat firmly capped over my head gently weighed down by Brooklyn Express hoodie. My hands rest in the snug confort of my cotton pockets, my right clutching my mp3 player, my left alone. I stare out into the distance taking in the beauty of it all. The waves crash against the shore lines as if they would have gone on forever if not halted by the jagged rocks. The moonlight quetly strokes the nights sky, cascading over the water like a giant silver silk blanket. Thunder cracks in the distance and fades as quickly as it arrives. T-Pain's "Fly Away" plays in my ears, nurturing my soul, understanding me far beyond my current problems. My feet stay firmly planted a foot before the newly painted railing. The nights subtle breeze carress my face. I stare and stare. The river holds more secrets than I will ever know. I listen and listen some more. The winds become stronger, attempting to force me away from the railing, never towards. At this very moment i know that if the winds decides to change course and force me toward the railing I would not argue, I would not fight, i would not prevent. I would topple over into the vast blackness, souless yet prideful, without removing my hands from my pockets.I would close my eyes and let myself fade away, forgetting the plattform, forgetting the railing.I stand on air, willing to blow away in the next big gust of wind... It never happens. I open my eyes once again, I stare once again, I stand once again. The water is like a desert, so infinite, so empty, so still. The wind becomes stronger, once again forcing me away from the railing as if to talk me out of my becoming plan. My strength weakens, I give into natures forceful modesty. Tomorrow "DAWNS" another day.
