A Story Of Feelings

Wind

The night is clear and quiet, a slight breeze makes it's way around and over the busy city streets, causing shivers and complaints from the few people wandering below. Looking down from the roof of my building, I watch the reflections of the dandelion yellow and the pure white lights shimmer from the puddles beginning to form. The moon, full and powerful, is casting a metallic glow onto the rooftops. The surrounding stars are bright and beautiful, forming lovely worlds of fantasy in the sooty black of the night sky. Concrete clouds of rain and anger are slowly edging closer with every slight whisper and whistle of wind. Oh, the wind, full of rage yet so very calm, quiet but loud, strong but weak, how beautiful can it be? It's raining. The sun is beginning to crawl it's way over the horizon, painting a sliver of bright orange and fiery rose, unseen to the ignorant hive minds on the path, thousands of feet below. They are  the background characters in my story, merely a prop, an inconvenience to the tale. I slip.
I'm falling? The wind is blowing my hair in my face, my cardigan feels as if it's ripping off my skin, my shoes are soaking wet and suddenly uncomfortably cold. I don't want to die. Please. Wait. No. No. NO! PLEASE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! SOMEONE PLEASE!

To my friends and family

I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore. My body isn't good enough, not strong enough. My mind isn't smart enough isn't creative enough. This is better for all of us, I swear to you. I didn't want to leave you but I just couldn't deal anymore. Nobody notices anything I do, anything I say. I hope and pray that you don't miss me but if you do, remember this: in every moment, every second of every day, every morning and every night, every single time you miss me in any way, feel the wind in your hair, look at the moon in the sky, feel the rain on your face and look at the autumn leaves when they fall. Remember me in the all of the nice and beautiful things that most take for granted, they won't be there one day and you'll miss seeing them, feeling them and acknowledging their presence. Please, don't be upset about my death, be happy about the time we had together and celebrate everything beautiful, it will be gone sooner then you know, like me.
- Sincerely, your friend and family member.

I love you...