To the end

"A new begining again is closer to the end..." The Cardigans

I stand at the edge... Is the tallest building I have ever seen, perhaps is not the tallest one but for me is just the right amount. I stand on the roof top, I look at the little street with its little cars and tinny people, ants they say people looks like when seen from this far, but I don't seem to be looking at ants, they look like sand being mixed and turned by a wave, they look uneven and greyish almoust like little shreds of a rain river. This is The Edge, my edge. I have to say that before this day I always afraid of looking down, always frightened by hights, I guess I always thought the higher I stand the stronger the fall. Today I feel no fear at all, just a sense of intense freedom that whispers me from the air.

I have began to understand it, you know? This feeling. It has something to do with the walls I placed once infront myself for somesort of protection. Now I'm alone, no walls, just the air that runs trough my hair and ears, that speaks slowly to me. I've been thinking about this moment for quite a while now but I just never reached this sense of reality until now.

I stand at the edge and I plan to continue. It is time now, let's go! I run to jump upon the little fence between me and the cool air of the night. I go over it and spread my arms like wings to the fall. I fear nothing now, nothing at all, I have felt the cool freedom in the air, it has been wispering to me and this is my moment, the climax of it all, this is the end...

A void in the ambiance, a sudden hole in the air has swallowed me durying my fall. I am awake again in a bed that feels like my own, in a house that looks like mine, in a life that remainds me of the one I had before the jump, but something in the air just feels different...