Nothing of Life

6th May 2005

It was chillingly cold...
The icy mountain winds seemed to enjoy embracing the poor little man barely hanging onto the cliff...
Me... I... Us?

I could not remember why, when, how did I got to this stark forbidding place with bitter frost.
Bitter like the knots that binded my soul. I glanced at the distant figure below.
He is waiting...

But for whom? I thought, I whispered without knowing why.
Then it struck me. Me... I... Us? The sudden realisation caused my fingers to loosen.
And with a gasp, I fell.

I thought I had fallen, but did I? I found myself still kissing the freezing rocks of the ice crusted cliff.
The chilling winds blew still. I shivered.
He is still waiting...

I thought to spit at him, to scream my defiance. I will not be taken! I will not...
But my mouth was dry, my throat frozen... I was dying... And I am not feeling peaceful at all...
I shivered in cold and in fear...

I glazed up and saw the glorious sun, the warm fire that awaited me...
I tried to reach for it... but my poor tormented body could not, would not obey me... I fell...
into His arms...

I knew peace... I knew nothing... and then we left...
leaving all behind... the cold, the bitterness, the smiles...
for we are nothing but memories...