G.R.A.V.I.T.Y.

I fell.
I fell from a four-story building.
This has happened before.
I walked up to the fourth floor and opened the fire escape door. I stepped out onto the rooftop.
DAMN.
I forgot to latch the door.
Stuck out here.
Again.
I sat down on the ledge allowing my legs to dangle off the side of the building. I’m not so far up. Four stories. I can make it. I wasn’t in so much of a rush to jump down and crawl back into my empty apartment so I didn’t have to strategize my leap just yet. I sat. I sat and dangled. There were people walking past each other on the sidewalk below. There were several cars driving slowly down the street and there was the one truck parked across the way moving a woman into her new neighborhood. I sat still trying not to draw much attention to myself. I wouldn’t want people below to assume my chair-choice to be a cry of attempted suicide. I am a light-year away from killing myself.
I think.
I’m just sitting here. Enjoying the scenery? No, not really. Contemplating life? No, not that either. I’m just getting some fresh air. That’s it.
I placed my hands out onto either side of my hips. The concrete is cold on my palms. Breathing, I close my eyes. My chest expands on the INhale and the inside of my nose tickles as I EXhale. My neck loses strength and allows my head to smoothly sway from side to side. Side to side. Side to side. My head begins to roll, my shoulders lift and descend. Eyes still closed, palms gripping the ledge, body drifting, chest filling up, legs dangling. “La La La.” The corners of my mouth reach for my ears- smiling I feel the rhythmic pattern of my breath take a tune of my favorite song. My body starts to sing. My feet are walking on air.
SoOoOoOo
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Walking. Walking above the street. Walking along a ledge. Standing tall- jumping
UP and
UP and
UP.
Ouch.
I fell.
I fell from my four-story building again.
Not deliberately… I promise.
I promise I didn’t try to take my own life unsuccessfully. Trust me. If I had tried to kill myself I would have jumped from the roof of the building next door- it is a high-rise. Trust me. I was just sitting. I like to sit. No, I didn’t go up there to think. No, not to watch the world below either. I went up there to sit. Yes, I know I could’ve hurt myself- or someone else for that matter. But I just wanted to sit. Sit and perhaps dance. No, you’re right. It isn’t the safest choice for a dance studio. But the air is untouched up there. Way up high. I promise. It won’t happen again. Not soon at least.