I stand on the edge of the building and I can see the cars below, driving and swerving.
I love the feeling of the wind as it blows, softly and swiftly, through my hair.
Nothing could compare to this feeling. The buzz of the city, the chaos of life.
It’s dangerous, but comforting.
It’s where I feel the most at peace.
I sway a bit in the breeze, but regain my balance quickly.
I shouldn’t be standing so close to the edge, I know.
It’s so tempting to simply jump.
The feeling of falling, so close to flight.
I can almost believe that it isn’t possible to die.
I glance down, once more, and the colors of the city blur together before I turn my eyes towards the open skies.
It’s so lovely, the sky.
A live painting, only for me to see.
I catch my breath,
And I jump.
