He stood above the freeway in silence, listening to the dull rumble of the cars flying beneath him. The air was cool and the light continued to fade besides the eyes of the machines travelling desperately below. It did cross mind of whether he should jump. He thought of about whether his final kiss would be with the grey tarmac or the harsh metal of a bonnet, although, sadly, that would include someone else in his search.
These thoughts passed away from him in the wind relatively soon after they started; quietly captured and caught early enough for him to blankly gaze as the flashing lights. He wondered whether he could entice the hurricane in his heart to jump onto one of the cars; whether he would be able to attach the chaos that began to consume him onto something without the same subtle heartbeat to carry it away.
There was hope for him, for his heavy and aching heart, but what he unfortunately began to realise was; this was not it.
These thoughts passed away from him in the wind relatively soon after they started; quietly captured and caught early enough for him to blankly gaze as the flashing lights. He wondered whether he could entice the hurricane in his heart to jump onto one of the cars; whether he would be able to attach the chaos that began to consume him onto something without the same subtle heartbeat to carry it away.
There was hope for him, for his heavy and aching heart, but what he unfortunately began to realise was; this was not it.
