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Standing on the cliff, I looked down at the auburn rocks caving out. The vast valley, embedded in silent cries. The huge hollow engulfed me compelling me to ascend the steps of heaven. Resembling a vast bed. I looked down once again and my eyes tried to reach past the red rocks. Mist covered the path of my eyes making the almost scarlet hollow more appealing. It was a bed of home.
A bed studded with souls of broken angels. My once happy go-lucky nature bud farewell to be replaced by a fiery passion to descend the valley. The bed looked more appealing than ever. The silent cries of the angels that were never heard encompassed me, compelling me to jump down. Looking down, I noticed the sharp rock jutting out. More broken angels!
Looking down for the last time, I released the breath I didn't know I was holding. I closed my eyes and backed away. I backed away from what seemed like the toughest situation. I backed away from the compelling sense of joining those angels. And I realised, I was no angel. Tears clouded my eyes and I thought. I thought and remembered like I had never before. Who would give comforting looks to my sister when she felt paranoid. Who would paint letters and happy faces on passers by. Who would spend weekends with my friend talking about how people with bottled up fires understood life better. Who would stare at the stars and name them when I was gone.
And I moved back. Turned my back towards the most most dreadful wish. And I walked home thinking not today. Perhaps another day. Perhaps another day I could write in curves along the sides of angels. I don't know if I took the right decision or no. I was never one for decisions but I knew I was there. I was there and I was needed. Sighing, I looked up in forever. I may not be in heaven, but Satan was an angel too!
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