a blank memory
As the wind started to die, my heart sank three levels below zero. My eyes switched off I to sleep mode. I run straight forwards the edge of the cliff. My mind has completely transformed into a particle of nonsense. I don't wand to be able to die before I live. The clouds have carried me across the atmosphere. My body sheds all the unwanted emotions. The roots that grow between my toes have separates from hard ground. I have bloomed into a new substance I eagerly wanted to discover. To this, to that, I shall wait.
