The sun rises...even on this rock.

I was lying here, waiting. Because there is nothing else to do. No way to climb up again, no way to climb down. And no way I wan to fall down again; not now.
It is chilly here, but sunlight can be seen not so far away, disorted by the small drops of water hanging in the air. It brings some warmth to my skin.

I feel like running into it and dissapearing into nothing.

The sun is rising.

Mid-way rock

A mid-way rock is where I fell upon. It was a hard fall that scratched my skin several times. Even now I can still look down into the abyss. And up into the surface.
I was not expecting to fall right here, not at all. It is dry as where I stood before.
A deep cold runs through me.
Where am I? The past stopped pushing over my back. Will I ever get back on the same road?

Thrill and fall

Walking between the mist, suddenly my feet loose the ground. I try to hold on onto...nothing; but still I manage to balance my body. The earth infront of me came to an end out of nowhere. No signs of dead end. I try moving backwards but time keeps pushing me, again and again a little bit further into the ravine. Deep and dark in the end, so deep and dark I cannot tell how long would the fall last at all. 

A cold chill goes through my body and stretches it out. I take a glance at the blue sky. I want to be there right now...not struggling before this abyss. I cannot know what there is at the end of it, but I feel or hope at some point it might be good.

Good enough to worth the fall.

I move my feet against the dry rocky earth where I can still stand. It feels stable and secure. But dry and stiff. 

I will let go and fall...the abyss has to end sometime anyways. 

Perhaps it will bring me what this dead earth lacks of.

In between the mist

I have given a few steps forward. Dificult steps, but I am here now.
I cannot se very well into what's next, but I feel what has already gon through over my back.
Pushing bit by bit. At least they're pushing forward.
Still I turn around and I see nothing but mist. Mist around me.  Mist around all.

About this blog

I write all the time, so I wanted to know how is it really going.
I would like to read responses about my writting and similar stories.

Thank you for reading and responding,
:)
Claire*

My place

At this point, to build an image of where I am standing is merely impossible.
Though, right in this blank there's a place for those words.

Mist is around my skin, laying tiny drops all over me. It's warm. I am not sure if this warmth comes from the mist or from the golden sunbeams coming forth from the clouds. They stray above the ocean beaneath my feet. I am suspended over a small piece of wood. Only my toes touch it, it is rough and wet.

I move and the board tilts dreadfully. A cold chill goes through my spine.

I am keeping my eyes closed. Perhaps I'll find land somewhere. Perhaps...