What will happen if you fall?
And by falling, I didn't mean falling in love. I mean, falling. The real definition of fall. Whooshing through the air from a certain heights before hitting the ground.
Lately, everytime I went to a department store or tall buildings, I always stand for a while in the side of the floor, looking down through 5 stories tall. And I can't help but wonder, what if I fall? What if I put my feet a little higher on the ceiling and just jump out of blue?
Everytime that question cross my mind, I always seem to have the same answer; I'll regret the things I did immediately.
Well, maybe I will put my feet a little higher on the ceiling and maybe I will jump out of blue. But when my body's halfway through the air, I'll immediately regret the decision that I made and willing to treat everything just so I can turn back time to when I was just looking down to the first ground. But you see, eventually when my body hit the ground, it will all be too late--memories will be the only think that's left of me.
I don't understand why that question keeps popping on my mind. Maybe, just maybe, it's all because I feel like I'm already whooshing through the air right now. I think I've put my feet a little higher and jump out of the blue and now I'm halfway through the air. I'm halfway through the air, but the air never seem want to bring me down properly.
And so I wonder, if the only thing that's going to happen in the near future is me crashing myself to the ground, how long do I need to wait before the pain will end?
YOU ARE READING
memoir(^○^)
Randomand i'll give away a thousand days just to have another one with you. (a scribbled down wound of a pessimistic seventeen).
