There's a place I go to breathe. I'll sit for hours recollecting thoughts and memories. All to quickly violent thoughts submerge. Never seeming to fail, "what if you jumped"
Sometimes my knee's will stiffen. Would I glide smoothly through loosely freeing my soul. Or should the sudden twitch in my arm catapult my motion releasing me uncontrolled. Would I feel regret? Would I feel pain? Would I feel love? Would I feel at all? The torment of these questions is what drives my curiosity. As I answer... The call of the void.
As this occurred more and more I figured it unwise to return.