Sometimes I think about suicide.
All the options I know of.
From the bloodbath to hanging.
But I want to die a way that I'll enjoy every second of.
Even the death.
I want to jump.
Not from a basic apartment building though.
No.
I want to jump from a skyscraper.
In a very busy city like NY.
At night.
Why?
Well first of, the height.
I want to enjoy the fall and freedom that comes with it.
I want to feel like I'm flying.
I want to feel the cold wind against my skin.
I think it would feel like icy hands pulling me down to the other side.
The second reason would be the lights.
Ever saw all the billboards and busy highways at night?
It's beautiful.
It looks as if millions of tiny stars were all around you.
As if you were falling into a galaxy of colors.
It's breath taking.
I want my very last day in this world to be special to me.
I want to be engulfed by the coldness of the wind and the bright lights.
If I were to give this suicide a name I'd probably call it "One comet in a galaxy of others"
The one 'comet' would be me.
As many of you know, comets are dying stars.
They burn before they can hit the ground.
It's fascinating.
The 'galaxy of others' would be everyone else.
Everyone who knows me or doesn't.
It might sound depressing to some, but this truly is the only way I'd want to die.
This is what I chose.
Special.
It's special..
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Life from different perspectives
Short StoryI don't know really, it's kind of a vent book. Mostly monologues. I don't have an update schedule so there's that It's about how I think of life from other people's perspectives I hope you enjoy if you read it that is
