I stand in front of the edge.

A step back.

I look up.

I look down.

I look around.

All I see is the wind,

Dancing so softly with the locks of my hair.

Took a step closer to the edge.

Numerous of rushes built up my blood.

I want to do it.

I want to feel it.

I want to jump.

Crazy, I know.

But I want to feel the rush of dieing.

How do doves feel when they're in the air?

How do planes feel when they're about to crash down?

I want to let go of all my feelings,

my worries,

and my happiness.

So, I jumped.