I had a thought today. And you know how powerful thoughts can be. It can fill your mind with such joy, brilliance, or hatred. Waiting for my afternoon class, I had felt an awful feeling at the pit of my stomach, as cliché-d as this sounds. I was agitated, my mind was going in leaps, skipping the important parts that could have let me in the loop. No reason, at least none I could figure out. It was a perfectly normal day, as normal as any Tuesday could be. There I was on the 3rd or 4th storey and I looked down below and wondered what it would feel like...
Acquaintances pass me by and I could only give a polite smile to mask myself. I felt dry. A change of view only allowed my imagination to grow. Will I just hurt myself or will I go the whole way? I mean, is this how those people felt...before they did it. Huh..here I go again separating myself..us and them. The mistake people like to make is that 'they' who had done it were ill. They were deranged, beyond helping. They had a motive. But what if you didn't need one. Not an excuse, not a justification. Just because you felt like it. Cause I felt it then. Or I merely thought I did. I'm here aren't I. Was I stronger than I thought...or is it the other way round?