"if i know i'm going to fall,
i might as well push myself off this building,
the ground never looked so inviting,
and the night never seemed more encouraging,
but my stupid mind, my stupid mind decides to replay faces of those i love, tries to remind me of tears that will fall if i'm gone,
my mind doesn't know,
that all those tears don't come close to those i've cried,
that all those faces will forget me eventually,
so my legs push themselves to the railing,
jump, jump, don't look back, my heart urges on
but my heart doesn't know,
that it'll no longer beat if i fall.
so i step back for my mind and my heart, both too naive, both still too tender to die,
i will be back at this edge when i'll lose both of them,
and i hope they'll handle the descent, the rushing air that pricks at my skin,
i hope they'll let me fall."
-k.v.
