May 02, 2009
I think that the river is still very cold. the Mississippi flows just across the street from our apartment and I see it in my mind every waking minute. I feel its icy waters crawling over my flesh. I think of where I will park my beat up van along the abandoned railroad tracks across the river - where we went for picnics and swimming in happier times. I'll walk through the woods along that rough path until I come to that lonely beach. Far away from my loved ones. Far away from my troubles.
Coward? It;s the bravest thing I will ever do - and the loneliest.