pGazing out across these dreary, gray waters as ppI feel the bitter aggressive wind in my pale white ppface. I can't help but wonder was it all worth it.ppWatching the waves crash brutally below me as ppI stand alone on the wet, damp rocks above.ppI try to imagine my life as if it were somehow different.ppCould I have made better choices, a different pathppSeems so vague now. Seems like decades, this ppsolitude. So many memories flooding my immortalppmind... So much time has passed since that dreadful nightppin New Orleans. Truth does hurt sometimes. No regrets, ppreally, for what I did, if you could call it regret, only forppwhat I lost. Love was real, seemingly, or what I thoughtppto be love... This is my tragedy...p