Behind every thing is a meaning,

something that’s not always transparent,

but never the less there.

 

Behind every word, every action, and every fate is a story… 

One’s discovered and one’s lost,

but a story nonetheless.

 

I was among the lost for my fate wasn’t yet found.

Instead I found myself searching for things to complete me.

They never did and so I kept searching.

 

I found my rock bottom that summer,

I was fifteen and reckless.

I was so angry at the world for everything that I just gave up.

 

I found myself at the ledge of a cliff,

it was fifteen feet up,

and terrifying now that I think about it.

 

But at that moment I was so numb

that I didn’t care if I died jumping off the stupid cliff

into the icy cold October water.

 

And so I did,

it was freeing as I felt the wind whip around me

it was as if I were flying and I began to envy the birds.

 

As my body pierced the ocean

I felt my lungs cave in.

I was drowning under the thundering waves.