Shattered glass

I looked up at the bright hue of a light engulfing the pink cool afternoon summer skies. The cool breeze engulfs me like a blanket making my overgrown pieces Of front hair slowly stick on to my forehead. The sound of nearby traffic softly starts humming in my ear making me wonder if they always sounded so distant and yonder from 8 stories high. Oddly enough, I can't seem to recall how it felt before when I've climbed up these stairs to get to the vacated top, Which is quite odd considering the countless times I've strolled these stairs to catch up with the many tenants of the building for the past three or four years.

I slowly close my eyes only to feel a loud thump from within. The soft beating on my chest gently starts to intensify to the point I start hearing it ringing in my ears.

The background noise starts to steadily fade away like an echo that looses its voice when making its way through a dark hollowed out tunnel. I always pondered at the thought of how they say there's light at the end of the tunnel. How can there be any light if there's only one opening and a closed off bolted hinged door on the other side. Not all tunnels have an opening in the end. Some close off, some don't even go that long and some well, some they just end up falling apart.

Looking down my polished black shoes look stable against the broken cement railing. The wind rustles my striped tie, almost as if irritably waiting for me to falter and take one last step like a hopeless king in a game of chess, dismally checkmated with nowhere to go.

As I stare off into the pink skies a reminiscence of my past flies in front of me like a fast forwarded movie reel. My breathing slowly becomes labored and a prickling sensation on my skin warns me from doing the unthinkable.

I feel a buzz from my left pocket its vibration pulsating through me. Too late to decide otherwise or look back now. I hold my breath and I close my eyes. All of a sudden I'm at peace. At peace with my self.