I remember sititng, head against the silver wall.
The engine roared, trembling the floor I slouched on.
It sounded like some sort of wild beast.
Looking out the open door across from me
seeing the blue movement beneath us
A few innocent seagulls flew by, oblvious to life beyond pooping on humans
and eating garbage.
So simple, I wish I was them.
My hand, as i gazed at it
I glanced at the pilot, a grin on his face
and he knew.
I took one last look at my hands, and realized I was
The infinite feeling, running through my veins.
Was I to die that day, I wish I knew.
So I took one final look at the pilot,
and got up.
I thanked him, I didn't know if we'd meet again.
So i closed my eyes, and jumped.
Air, piercing through my fingers
My shirt, grey and aggressive,
My jeans, faded blue with a whole on thee right knee
My shoes, the left one missing,
Land beneath me, enlarging.
The sun only guided me for a while,
for I was only getting farther from him.
And as the time came closer, I let the string go from my hands.
I counted in my head.
10, my shoe size.
9, my younger brother's age.
8, the years my parents had been divorced.
7, the number I wore every year on the baseball team.
6, the number of times I saw my sister before she left.
5, the fingers on my hand that trembled as tears left my eyes.
4, the days I had left before I graduated high school.
3, the times I saw my father hit my mother.
2, the number of eyes I didn't have open.
1, the bruise I recieved from it all,
after I hit my head on the top bunk of my bed.
But as I rubbed my head, I looked out the window,
And didn't see a seagull, or an airplane, or a skydiver
I saw the same bush that covers the view, everyday.
And fell back asleep,
Indulging the darkness as I shut my eyes.