My Ranting Place

Edge

Theme: a) How far can one go without breaking?
b) How someone copes the lows of life.
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The breeze that ruffled the brown locks at my head soothed me and my nerves. The fidgeting of my little finger started to cease as I closed my eyes and relished the light breeze and the sound of water.

I took a step further and exhaled a sigh of relief as my worries started to subside from my brain. The vein pulsating in my neck stopped along with the fidgeting of my right hand's little finger.

I took another step rowards the direction from which the relaxing wind was coming.

"Hey! You need to stop right there or you will fall!".

My forehead creased as I opened my eyes and looked at the person at my left; who by the way was now saying something about suicide being unnecessary in between the lines. I tuned him out because I just did not have any strength to deal with it.

I turned forward and looked over the edge of the cliff from where I stood; only half a foot away from the other end.

Why could people not understand that being there calmed me?

Was it that bad that being on the edge was the only thing that made me feel sane?
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