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04-21-2012, 11:27 PM
Jump from the top and tell me how it feels. The cold air shooting up your nose, to your chest, chilling your lungs. It may not be to high up but it takes ages to make contact. Your mind is free and you think of your childhood. Your mother was "loving", she raised you well. Why are you falling? Maybe the failures past, present, even future. Don't be sad this takes courage, so much more than you or they would believe. Your halfway there, kind of regret it? You really have nothing left though. It all gets even closer, you see the cracks in the sidewalk now. Slower, slower, your able to feel the breathe on your face as it bounces back from the grey ground. The earth will keep spinning, suspended in the black heaven. People will keep walking, on there way to no where. Such a quick experience encapsulated in the never ending, forever deep ocean that is time. The hairs of your four days unshaven face brush the sidewalk. Impact, but no pain whatsoever, that ground you hit...your bed. That cool air... decrepit ceiling fan whirling squeakily in the oily dark. Only a bad dream, if it was though you shouldn't feel liberated. Maybe it wasn't that bad after all...