The world is a challenging place. It is a place I must occupy with other people. I live with them here. Everywhere I turn, their ideas and opinions follow. They are heavy as a shadow. Even at noon and midnight, I feel them near.
I dream of escape too. Sometimes, the frustration becomes overwhelming. A perfect path, the light, seems so obvious. Cemented interests say otherwise. So, we fight. We become violence. All to prove a point to people who are not listening.
I sit on the edge of the world. My feet hanging out in space. Shoes kicked off are now lost to the laws of physics. I am thinking of jumping. Black, dark, and a need to get away. Consumed on Earth. Swallowed by the infinite. Maybe I will stay put. Maybe I won’t. The choice is still mine.