tired

sometimes what brings me
closer to death
brings me closer to life

frost forms on my bare skin
while heat fills my lungs
the sickly sweet taste
of broken thresholds
of hanging over the edge

I find myself
anticipating the fall
appreciating the impact
there is beauty in dichotomy
this emptiness
just makes me tired
so tired

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