Sometimes I when Im really overwhelmed and life comes crashing down around me I climb to the top of my house. I shimmy out of the second story window to the porch roof. I then pull myself up the 22 rungs of the yellow ladder I leave leaning against the back of the tan bricked home. I finally get to the top of the never ending row of post war town homes. I then proceed to walk to the front of the house and step up to the brick build up and hang my toes over the edge. Then I imagine jumping. Falling the 30 feet until a mid 90s motorcycle and a black sedan break my fall. Its then it dawns on me......... Its not dying that scares me but rather surviving the fall. Having to spend the rest of my days crippled as a result of my own stupidity. Thats when a calm floats over me and I realize its not that bad right now. Right this second things are nowhere near that bad. I make my way back down the ladder and inside the house and I feel a little bit better. If only for right now.
Posted on: Fri, 04 Apr 2014 01:43:41 +0000
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