On the day of the darkest night,
With no lights to guide us,
All we could think about was walking to
The edge of the roof with our barefeet slapping the stone cold flooring,
Looking down
And jumping onto the busy street below
It wouldn't be just for the ending
No. But for the part before
The feeling of being free for a couple of seconds for once in our worthless little unknown lives. not tied down by everything surrounding us. All the noise in our heads and all the words spit into our faces.
the ending is just the extra step to freedom
An extra gift
YOU ARE READING
storms and blood
Puisithe death of which is unknown -figured out between the lines of within these pages
