In a few days, I believe what it'd experience like to leap off a cliff. 

How I might stand there, searching down, taking in what's around me, then I might appear instantly beforehand on the placing sun, take a deep breath and step off as though I have been falling onto my bed. 

And I might fall, like a capturing star, hand unfolds wide, tumbling through the night, my coronary heart in flames, my face grew to become up closer to the sky, and watch the factor I changed into simply moments ago, develop into a tiny speck of the sky develop smaller because the floor closed in. 

I might experience the air, attempting so tough to prevent me, pushing towards my body, steadily, then a bit harder, making my hair whip and fall throughout my face, I might near my eyes, for only a little bit, respiration all of the smells in, of the vegetables and blues and browns, engaging me to stay. 

And there might be waterfalls, falling more potent and quicker than I changed into, simply due to the fact they desired to, and tree roots like snakes, jutting out of holes and rocks, might try and fail in catching me, simply to make me stay. 

And perhaps I might reflect on consideration of who I turned into, what I wanted, and who I turned into guys to be, and be surprised if I did something properly and if anybody might not forget my story. 

But I would not founder on it for too long, for even the maximum critical human beings get misplaced, as the mind flicker and pass. 

I consider residing all my lifetimes, over again, in a remember of seconds. And perhaps via way of means of a few lovely dangers or fate, there might be a meadow, complete with so many colors and sands, that I might experience my coronary heart beat harder, simply trying to take all of it in. 

And ultimately I might land, with the thump at the gentle inexperienced beneath, with my hands unfolded wide, via way of means of my side, I might be misplaced withinside the lovely flowers, hidden from sight. 

And there I might lay forever, one with the matters I love the maximum, at peace at ease, simply me and my silence. Finally, no person left to please. 

Try as you may from time to time matters simply do not paint out. Everyone is growing, learning, and coming across themselves. And it is good enough if matters do not final proper now. Slowly even you may discern who your human beings are.