I am 300 feet above the ground.
The exhilarating and yet familiar feeling that you are above
everything else that man created.
The clouds chug slowly, dragged by the wind that is working
its way
to that beautiful place where no clouds have to move
anymore.
That place. It must be beautiful, mustn't it?
A step closer to the edge and I'll be off balance,
tumbling over this ambitious edifice that attempted to
scrape the sky.
Hah! Only if they knew. No one and nothing can’t.
The sky is where height ends...of dreams, of tears, of love.
A step closer and it'll all be gone, plus several seconds of
freedom to a place that never existed.
A void paradise where everything else works but my will to
live.
I'll succumb, be overcome by so much force that I'll give up
and die.
Death. That word.
It must be there.
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