“Head in the Clouds”

If I were to jump from this point, I'd be at peace. But I would almost certainly die with in a few hours. I feel a stronger importance to my life. A stronger value, in how fragile it really is.

This place on earth is so foreign, and so peaceful, yet so very harsh. The clouds, who look so soft and innocent, who spend their lives floating above the earth, are aimless, emotionless, harmless, and serine. The sun, though continuously changing its gaze onto new surfaces of the earth, gives nearly endless warmth. Burning, fusing, exploding with energy. It would bathe me in radiation waves of heat, one after the other, relentlessly searing my body. Waves of salty water would cool my sun beaten skin, and compete with the air to fill my starving lungs.

The water is massive and surrounds me in all directions. It holds in it life beyond my imagination, and the depths and chasms that extend beyond my comprehension. And it would kill me if I let it. If I left this mechanical platform, the ocean would swallow me whole and never give me up. Bind me, crush me, rip me, maim me, bludgeon me, engulf me. But not end me. I would be rearranged and distributed to all the living organisms who are part of the colossal body. I'd be a part of them, and part of the water. And the sun would beat down on me again and pull me out so I could aimlessly float above the earth and feel the same way I feel now.