Passing Time

Death awaits me under a shaded picnic area... It taunts me with the white hot frays of late summer... I float in this seemingless eternal pool of hopelessness... Trapped in my tattered brain of mindless stupidity and excuses. Passing the time. I slam the doors of good fortune and simmer in my misery. I sit in a hot broth of tranquil beauty and the violent edge of the overlook. Only my cowardice stops me from plunging off the steep cliffs a few yards away. Hikers walk past and wave at me as I sit under the shaded picnic area. If they only knew what torment and self hatred the man typing nonsense on his phone was actually feeling. Hiding. Passing time. My new favorite place. 5.00 parking. Gorgeous views. Solitude. Great place to think. A great place for Passing time...