Above

It could all be over soon.

I could fly. 

Untie the strings, one by one, until the tethers fall free. 

It could all be over. 

Horizons ever changing.

From the air, infinity looms. 

Waiting. 

It can all be over. 

My head. This world. 

It's over. 

Me. Falling. Crushing. 

Depressed. 

It's over.

The wind catches my laughter. 

Carries it through the trees, to the seas, on a breeze which immortalizes my final scream

It will all be....