Wind

     "I can't. I can't do this anymore" I scream out in anguish. Or did I? It came from my mouth– it came from me; but it wasn't me speaking, what is happening to me?

     "There's no reason anymore.. i can't" I start walking towards the edge. I don't want to jump. Please... stop. This can't be happening, I thought I had everything under control so why, why is this happening to me?

     "This- this body isn't my own. I won't let myself be suppressed any longer! I can't take it!" I, no, he neared me closer to the border of the building. I stand on the ledge, staring down at the seemingly endless abyss wondering, what if I was born normal? What if I had my body to myself? Maybe he's right, maybe I can't do this anymore. But life is so beautiful, the gorgeous pink and orange in the sky, the wind blowing so hard causing the trees to sway in such a lovely way, the feeling of love, and the so many iterations of it, all so..pretty. God I want to live so badly.

     What a windy day it was.