A Dichotomy of a Fall...

Slow… I fall…. Just the thin air between me and the rocks below… it will soon be over… just a matter of a few seconds… everything slows down… the images around blur into a whirlpool of thoughts…this shall be the last fall…my only fall… I feel free ... free from the shackles off the past…

Slow, the rocks below look bigger…they take shape…the soft bed awaits my final fall… soon I might feel no pain… I shall drown in the warmth of my own blood… it shall wash it all away … though I can’t wait to feel the pain that awaits me…. it shall hopefully erase the past… the pain…the surreal life of wasted existence... this pain, that shall end it all... I can’t await my final fall…