I leave the balcony from where I have stood for so long.
I leave the house where I have spent so many lonely nights.
Down I go, to the sandy beach below.
We should all confront our fears
but we don't always.
Sometimes we have to escape.
Am I escaping or am I confronting?
I reach the water of the beach, the waves lap around me...no, through me.
I do not shiver, though the wind is howling.
The Black Silhouette moves as I approach.
I see it's face...it smiles sadly.