Objective Correlative

I look down.

Down.

10 feet, 20 feet, 30 feet,, 40 feet, 50 feet.

Down.

I tell myself to do it, but my feet won't budge.

Down. 

I tell myself it's time. Everyone's waiting.

Down.

I'm waiting.

Down.

Okay.

Down.

I clench my fists. Breathe in.

I jump.

Down.

Down I go. I hug my knees, curl myself into a ball as I fall. The air engulfs me, eats me. The wind blows my hair back as I drop. My eyes water. The world moves in fast forward; the mountains, the trees, the people all blend together as my eyes close, the wind and the air and sights and the feelings and the noise just too much.

I want to scream, but I'm going to quickly and it feels like I've been falling for ever and I just keep going down

down down

the wind slaps me, back and forth, up and down, spanking me, hitting me, hurting me, playing with me

down down it feels like an eternity but I keep falling and event though my eyes are closed I know I'm falling and I know I'm alone and I can hear there voices and their filling my ears and my mind and my

SPLASH

my body hits the water.

I sink down.

down.

water fills my nostrils.

I go down.

deeper.

try to open my eyes but I cant't.

it hurts.

I swim. the water swallows me. drinks me. slurps me.

down.

you'd think there's no more down to go.

down.

(I totally most definitely want to write more... this is so fascinating!)