i walked hundreds of meters above the ground
free like a bird
falling for the feeling
the illusion that freedom exists. that one can break out of constraints
and breathe with no restraint.
the air was crisp, cold. it carried noises from far below
far below
far below me. noises of daily hustle.
so much going on. every minute. every second.
every blink.
a blink is more than enough.
my grip failed. my vision sped up
and slowed down at once.
i saw the horizon
the flatness of the ground underneath me becoming bigger
closer
with each milisecond.
it lasted ages.
thoughts about all the things i could still do
would love to do
wish i have done
flew through my mind
in chaos and panic
and how it'll never matter anymore in a matter of a few
intense
seconds.
i lost track of time
falling with visceral terror
and when i hit the ground
the pain blinked at me darkly
red and bright and scorching
piercing through my marrow
before darkness fell upon me
with me
in the bloody mass i've become.
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i don't fear death. only the pain that might come before it.
i fear life. for pain is a given as long as one lives.
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i love watching storm chasers, free climbers, etc. nice thrill.
though my hands never get sweaty when i do. the thrill is merely a nice small one in the more risky parts. ?¿which seems uncommon?¿ idk, maybe i too have risk taking in my jeans XD
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#13.11.23
CZYTASZ
heart beats
Poetry~ poezje itp ~ w gruncie rzeczy, jesteśmy worami mięsa, kości, i flaków. ale w tym worze mieści się mózg, a mózg to wciąż niezbadana złożoność, która z prostego wora potrafi uczynić święty graal. the heart beats/heartbeats/heartbeat: serce bije, ser...
