pGazing out across these dreary, gray waters as I feelpp the bitter aggressive wind in my pale white face.ppI can't help but wonder was it all worth it. Watching ppthe waves crash brutally below me as I stand alone ppon the wet, damp rocks above. I try to imagine my lifepp as if it were somehow different. Could I have made ppbetter choices, a different path Seems so vague now.ppSeems like decades, this solitude. So many memoriesppflooding my immortal mind...ppSo 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 thought ppto be love. This is my tragedy...p