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Feet Hanging off the Edge of the World

The world is a challenging place.

It is a place I must occupy with other people.

I live with them here.

Everywhere I turn, their ideas and opinions follow.

They are heavy as a shadow.

Even at noon and midnight, I feel them near.

 

I dream of escape too.

Sometimes, the frustration becomes overwhelming.

A perfect path, the light, seems so obvious.

Cemented interests say otherwise.

So, we fight. We become violence.

All to prove a point to people who are not listening.

 

I sit on the edge of the world.

My feet hanging out in space.

Shoes kicked off are now lost to the laws of physics.

I am thinking of jumping.

Black, dark, and a need to get away.

Consumed on Earth. Swallowed by the infinite.

Maybe I will stay put. Maybe I won’t.

The choice is still mine.

 

Be good to each other,

-Nathan

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