docyboy123

  To fall from grace, is it the same as if i were to fall towards it? I lay on the moist grass, hidden out of sight, at the far edge of the school oval. Above me i gaze aimlessly into the soft cloudy sky, just that little bit out of my reach.  The clouds directly above me play games with the sun, in a constant circle of hide and seek. Shafts of light spill down, over the treetops and onto the oval, creating a beautiful spectical at the best of times. A scene of serenity something uncommon, in this neck of the woods. And just as i am closing my eyes - the lunch bell rings, signaling the end of our freedom for now. I gather up my belongings a

I feel the flush of air escape from me. The uncertainty well as I prepare to jump. Distant voices call – but I do not heed their warnings. I can no longer bare the burden weighing down on me. I can no longer fight this battle; I had no hand in creating. Let the sky fall down around and wrap me in its arms and take me away. My gaze drops back down to the water below, hungry waves collide with one another, fighting over me. I feel the earth tremble beneath my feet as the grey clouds above roar and break into sorrowful tears, as I fall to the world below.   My arms fail around me and that's when I see him standing on the cliff edge above