Sometimes I wish the world was really flat.
That way I could just run until I reached the edge...and step off.
Who knows what happens when you fall off the face of the earth?
Literally, you float in the midst of space. Weightless. Buoyant. Peacefully drifting...until your lungs suffocate...and body stiffens from lack of of heat and oxygen.
I feel that now. Floating, somewhere, in open spaces, slowly getting colder. Feeling the oxygen seeping out of my pores, lifting out of my mouth like smoke exhaled after a long drag. The trouble is I'm not fighting to keep my air or making friction to keep my heat. Im passive. Watch it happen. See my self slip away. I didn't jump off the face of the earth in a manner of defiance. no. I did not choose to gracefully leap in to the abyss leaving my loved ones to mourn in my absence. It was more like an unexpected stumble. You know like when you miss the curb because you were checking out that hot guy? or forgot there was that extra step off the front porch? You walk, then awkwardly fumble for balance and your heart skips a beat before you finally realize there was that 5 inch drop you didn't see. It was like that. I was just walking and fumbled in to empty space, not realizing for a good, long while how it had even happened.
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Submission Name: Wish the World Was Flat
