standing on a brink of a cliff…..
my feet is half fallen, the pieces of the stones starts falling. the wind gently dance with me. a realm only sought in a reverie. in that perfect place, i planned to emancipate my onus that keeps on trying to put me down. i thwarted myself million of times. the wind blows more.. i close my eyes, then all of a sudden i find myself floating in the aerial ambience, swiftly falling down.
a perfect suicide attemt……… my cowardice………..
