into oblivion

somedays, I feel like I’m teetering on the edge of existence.

I have one foot bound to the earth by gravity,

and the other,

floating,

drifting through nothingness like a refugee balloon,

hovering above oblivion.

 

And I feel like

one little gust of wind,

one little prick of a pin,

and I would surely tumble,

head over heels

into the void where my fathomable thoughts

end.

 

But, it’s kind of exhilarating,

and we all know the saying about

“living on the edge”,

because it supposedly pumps you full of adrenaline,

and makes you strive to curl your big toes

and grip with all your might

anything you have left.

 

But, for me,

I feel if I would fall,

it would not be terrifying,

nor a tragedy,

and I would just float

like a refugee balloon

into oblivion.

The End

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