The ledge can't be comprehended
by those who haven't been to it.
A rush of adrenaline,
pulsing through veins,
and a heart
that races to fit a lifetime of beats into final moments.
Primal, the body yearns to be preserved and is not concerned with the frantic panic, the ecstatic high in a suffocating mind. The end stares into you, freezes you, and you must accept your mortality, the scarcity of life, your insignificance.
One day, hour, minute away from ***** failure,
becoming so intune
with all elements that keep you in existence.
Feeling your life fading,
a sun set.
It is easy to go,
but so so hard to stay,
to survive.