Life is fleeting…
Standing high above a terrible tall cliff I stared at the ever twisting waters far below.
My feet hung dangerously close to the edge and then I brought them back slightly.
The air, it felt far too great,life did have its pleasures. That was one thing I could not deny.
I skipped on the dangerous edge, as though I had no regard for my life. Maybe I did not?
The times where I worried about such things were long past. Today was the day I gained my freedom, there was no need to continue the endless struggle, to keep carrying the burden that weighed upon my soul.
I lifted my head slightly and stared at the brilliant sun, I didn't need to be bothered by humane laws.
"Don't look up at the sun!" That was what my mum would always say.
I reveled in my freedom and yet a faint ever growing sliver of sadness gripped my heart.
My cheeks felt moist, but I was smiling.