I should be afraid.
A logical person would…
But there was no room for fear inside now.
I’m past the point of fear.
They say your life flashes before your eyes…
Time has slowed down and gave perspective.
It allows you to think back…
remember your life
And everything that led to this point.
Every Tear, every cut…
everything is black and ugly flashes
Like grotesque lightning.
Burning from the inside out
The wind cools the fire
Snuffing it out
It soothes the pain and
Replaces it with pleasant emptiness
Till the end.
A gust of wind brings one last smile
Millions of miles off the ground…
Everything is visible from up here.
For a moment, the world isn’t ugly.
One tiny step into the air
Of the safety of the stone and dirt
To the freedom that lies beyond all this.
It’s not hard. Step. Open your arms…
Fly.
