Contemplating WhateverI smiled at a scenic sky as I stood on my balcony, ninth level from the ground, holding a martini in my hand.I pulled myself up onto the railing, and, as I sat down silently, I felt the compassionate wind drift through my body.The acute sound of a car’s horn pierced through my ears.The last taste of the martini bled down my throat.Escaping from my clasp, the wineglass broke down towards Earth’s rocky bottom.My lips formed a detached look of concern.The glass splattered across the city street.Deciding it was my time to go; I lifted my body from off the railings and jumped.I landed on my balcony and walked back inside.
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