I Challenge You to Challenge Me to Write

The razor cuts my flesh. The blood drips out slowly . Silence surrounds the act but the pain seems to release again the desire to live . This muted voice bursts forth were I can here it only when I come to the edge . yes I do want to live but sometimes I forget that. I want to hear the birds sing and feel the wild winds of spring on my face as the flowers burst forth once again from the cold earth.