The Man who Never was

     Sitting there, on the edge, the cliff opened into the never ending panorama that the sea had to offer. The way the wind brushed up against the soles of my feet, made me feel weak, like when you get on one of those amusement park rides. Or was it the slight warmth of the twilight sun, inches closer to oblivion where the sea meets the sky.      T he water below was splashing up as if she were inviting me to her, to her embrace, to feel her cool touch, sour through my being. I know not what prompted me to do it      The guys were a way back, babbling. Scotty came to me, I told him "I think i'll jump" "yeah right", his tone was bemused.  "No I am serious. I think you should too.," "no way you're screwing with me" "No. Dead serious." "You can't swim" "I know" "Even if you fall well, there are rocks underneath the waters" "I know" "The current can drag you out to sea, an

                                              As I lay there exhausted by the arduous endeavour, freshly awoken I turn and see the beautiful goddess who lay near me, her open eyes reflecting my own visage.  "How do i look when I sleep?" the words came out half addled as my mind cleared.  "That is a curious question" she answered,"why do you ask?" "I don't know. I haven't asked it to anyone else, I thought it might as well be to you, as we lie here in this comfortable bedding all alone: truly alone'; he looked around as if a thought came to his mind "I  don't remember this place being so empty. even during the holidays" "Do you always get introspective after sex?",she replied "or am I special?" "I don't know; some people tend to express themselves when they get drunk, some when they are high, I just feel it when i'm content." "Content , you mean happy?" "not really