The edge of a cliff is a nice place to be
I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as every inch of me begs me to jump
I am standing on that cliff
Right on the edge.
Any second now my foot could just slip.
It feels nice to know that I have control over something for once
I control whether I jump or not
me. I control it.
Or does it control me?
Do these thoughts to take that leap control me or do I control them?
Do I even have control to stop myself from putting on foot in front of the other?
Do I jump?
Can I jump?
The wind blows harder as if to answer my question, as if even the wind doesn\'t want me
the fucking wind.
My brain feels scattered, like it has split into a thousand leaves all blowing about in the breeze and I can\'t catch a single leaf
I close my eyes and I join the leaves