Sky Scraper.
Standing at the edge, I can see everything, the people look like ants to me, and I must look like nothing to them, they can’t see me. They never did. I was always just somebody with his head in the sky, so far out there that nothing could bring me back, nothing. ‘He’s just daydreaming, let him be.’ ‘I wonder what could be going on in that head of his.’… I think it was a miracle to them that I ever spoke, they have no clue, that there’s something more, anything more. They complained about how I never ate, but it never made me lose weight, I was never hungry, never tired, though I could stay in the same spot for hours, wide-awake. "It's all in your mind..." I'd convince myself, and with my understanding of the world, I could stop all the pain, the hunger, the fatigue I could stop anything that could ever hurt me... My world is perfect. Everyone is happy, pain is the most unfamilliar concept in my world; ignorance is bliss and everyone realizes that, everyone is aware, everyone is truly awake... Unlike this world, living day to day, worrying about debts and loans and limits and boundaries... I wonder how anyone can survive living like this.
Fifty floors down the streets are busy, day in and day out. I question whether anyone ever takes the time to slow down, to just imagine that they are happy. It’s always ‘I’ve got to pay my taxes.’ ‘Got to get to work on time or the boss will freak’ ‘I’ve got twenty minutes to meet up with my friends or they’ll leave without me.’ But I don’t think anyone in this city has ever asked “Am I happy? Could there be something more then just structure and rules.” They don’t even realize that there is something more, and they don’t need to do anything to find it… They just need to slow down and look deep within themselves, to a place or a time, when they are happy. I can go for days, being happy, without guidance, without rules, I don’t even have to move in this so-called “Reality”. If you’ve ever heard the term “It’s all in their head” someone is usually referring to a person in the sense that they are delusional… Delusion is a clever disguise for enlightenment. To be able to see what others can't, it's not a disease, it's a blessing... To be able to see within another world, to see through the eyes delusion, to see that everything is relative, and if I can see something that you cannot, does it mean that it isnt there? Or does it mean that you arent looking hard enough?
The time has now come that take my step… I can feel a gust of wind brush past me, pushing against me, trying to stop me. Unlike anything I’ve ever thought, I can’t see the ground getting closer; I can’t see people looking up to see a plummeting me. The wind is no longer there; I can’t even pinpoint the feeling. Euphoria. It is the only word I can use to describe it. Everything around me is numb, but this warm, happy feeling is growing from deep within me and I can’t help but smile.
I’m not scared, I’m never scared, I don’t think I ever experienced fear, everything was intriguing to me, I was always curious. But so distanced from the world that I seemed to be clueless… This isn’t a coward’s way out, “suicide”… For me, it’s only the next step in my journey, one that will seemingly last forever…