Do you ever just stand near a ledge and have this weird sensation, this urge, to jump? Do you wonder what it would feel like to just fall, and close your eyes and nothing exists but you and the air brushing past your skin? Just to feel it, to feel something, to feel free.
I sometimes put my hands on the railings and just stare below. I don't want to reach what's down there, I just want the journey. I want to feel completely and utterly care free, free from the pain, free from the suffering, and just fall until I am content. Until nothing else will matter, because I will know what it's like to truly live, and I'll never settle for anything less again but this feeling of being truly free.
Then I remember that there can't be an endless fall, eventually you have to reach the bottom. The same gravity will continue to pull you down and down and down until it can't any more. But sometimes I wonder if reaching that bottom would even be so bad, or maybe it'd just set me to be forever free.
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Poised and Prompted
Short StoryA collection of short stories based on prompts and just anything random that comes to my head (kinda dark, sorry)
