I Would Die, Just To Feel Alive.

I WOULD DIE JUST TO FEEL ALIVE.

I want to jump of a roof with you holding my hand.

Holding my hand

Who are you?

Who is holding my hand?

Toes curled over the roof tops edge.

Cold breeze blows, as a nudge for us.

I’m frozen cold, cold with a satisfying warmth.

Wind nudges harder, pushing me closer.

Closer to the end.

Closer to my end.

Closer to our end.

XXXX Vickee