Nov. 21, 2017
CHAPTER 1: I
The deafening sound of wind filled my eardrums with an endlessly obnoxious ring. As loud as I can imagine it could be, yet as unusually quiet and silenced my soul felt the moment it reach through me. "Odd" I say, without even hearing half of my voice due to the ringing. The ringing continues on one side of my ear and the other filled with howling wind.
But within the ringing, there was a moment as if my soul went... quiet. Like it had been spontaneously working until the silence took over and I felt...
peaceful.
My foot stands in half over the edge of a 20 story tall building and a howling wind that pushes me back from my current position, I couldn't help but to think what's the point of me even existing?
Not to be cliche or anything but is there really any reason at all? It all just feels like a bluff, nothing more and nothing else.
The strong wind hugs my body as I think that this couldn't get anymore pitiful as to what it was.
I didn't choose to exist. And so is there really any value of me having responsibility of this life? Of my life? Is there? I question myself, though it was kind of rhetorical. The answer was already made before I even ask myself the question.
I set one of my foot in mid air just past the edge, my stomach pulled back and hair on my arms stood up with one look of what's to come. I resist. The moment of where I felt as if though my soul was at peace as if it was not before, the moment I felt silence...
The emotion drives me with the thought that by one move, I can simply banish all my problems and everything would be peaceful and so is my soul too, suicide is probably the answer.
With uncertainty of the thought in mind,
I drive myself with temptation as one foot stands half over edge balancing and the other hanging in mid air as the howling wind reaches and hugs my body beneath the silhouette of my clothes. "At least the wind cares" I joked then realizes that it's simply a phenomenon of the ocean's rising sea levels at night and frown myself with pity.
The stars are beautiful regardless, how could I? How could I have the right to see this much,
glimmering stars and vigorous night sky.
And even so as the vigorous skies, left is me the opposite of what I see with my eyes. Meaningless.
The thought of one step, that could eventually end this lifeless life I've been living the entire moment I was born.
I was not sure if I can even call it
living when it completely lacks the meaning of the word
"live".
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The Book Of Us
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