I ran to the edge and jumped
The scene was beautiful
Flowers drifting in the breeze,
disturbed by my passing.
My descent quickens .
The sky turns dark,
The flowers turn to ash.
I hear screaming,
I think it is mine.
I wont survive my landing.
there are no soft beds of flowers
but the sharp jagged ends of rock.
as I hit I feel sweet release in the pain.
