Maybe one day.
Jul 14, 2023
Sometimes when I think about myself all I can see is a person standing on the edge.
All the dreams, eyes closed or open. There has always been me standing on the edge of a balcony or a rooftop staring downwards or in front.
What thoughts cross my mind are unknown to me too but all I can think of is the relief I might feel just after tossing myself down.
The freedom of my soul and the release of my body from this jail of a life that fancies some.
I have no other choice, I think twice and then turn around to sleep on that same bed thinking, maybe one day.
I’ll finally be able to.
