posted on Mar, 9 2017 @ 04:28 AM
His shoes go over the edge of the grey concrete ledge, they're visibly sharp and in focus in comparison to the bustling city streets that are hundreds
of feet below him. His tie bellows and flutters around his neck from the constant gusts that exist at this height. The sky is dull and grey. It
comfortably accentuates the drabness of the concrete jungle that eagerly meets it at the horizon.
He looks straight ahead, taking in the moment. For the first time in months he's really aware of his existence. The goose bumps on his neck, the
isolated sound of his breathe, the distant hum of traffic. He is aware of it all. For that brief instant, he was himself again. His mind empty and his
conscious clear. But it didn’t last for long. He won't be here much longer anyway.
In a few moments, the lingering dread that haunts the depths of his soul will be no more. They can't control him now. They can't exploit him anymore.
He smiles at the thought and closes his eyes. He holds his head forward and lets his arms rise up from his sides, allowing his suit jacket to bluster
in the sporadic wind. He sways forward almost losing his footing as old paper receipts fly out of his pockets into the invisible zephyr swirling
around him. He watches them spiral downwards until they disappear from sight.
It’s almost time.
He stays calm and upright as he strides into the open air without hesitation, taking his first step of this unknown journey. His suited anatomy
instantly disappearing into the depths of the city below. His clenched fist opens releasing a creased up picture of him with a woman and two children.
It gently floats upwards before landing on the ledge where he stood moments ago. Its visibly sharp and in focus in comparison to the bustling city
streets that are hundreds of feet below it.
His journey here has now ended. But wherever he is now, it’s only just begun.
edit on 9/3/2017 by heliopolis because: amended