Gazing out across these dreary, gray waters as I feel

the bitter aggressive wind in my pale white face.

I can't help but wonder was it all worth it. Watching

the waves crash brutally below me as I stand alone

on the wet, damp rocks above. I try to imagine my life

as if it were somehow different. Could I have made

better choices, a different path? Seems so vague now.

Seems like decades, this solitude. So many memories

flooding my immortal mind...

So much time has passed since that dreadful night

in New Orleans. Truth does hurt sometimes. No regrets,

really, for what I did, if you could call it regret, only for

what I lost. Love was real, seemingly, or what I thought

to be love. This is my tragedy...