There was no music
Time did not slow down
The sun didn't shine through the clouds
Like it does in the movies.
The sky shone gray
Through a dark green canopy
The clay beneath my feet
Was red and slick with rain.
The steel felt cold and raw
Between my fumbling fingers
I drew my arm back
Then let it fall.
It took all I had
To just let it go
And just watch it sail away
Into the canyon below.
I officially quit cutting today. I havent cut in a couple of months but I got rid of my blade today. I threw it into the woods, its too easy to dig something up out of the trash.
