I walk over to the edge.
Look down, to the street below.
Not really seeing.
The others are all over each other.
Packed in.
I'm on the edge.
And I throw my arms out.
Corny.
And suddenly I'm feeling everything.
I think I hear the others giggling.
In the background.
And suddenly I can say it.
The wind drops.
My arms don't.
My back still to them.
I take a shaky breath.
I can feel it filling my lungs.
And I speak.
I don't actually respect many of my friends.
The feeling is mutual
The people I care about don't.
I'm very scared.
My throat catches.
I take a shaky breath.
I can't feel anything.
And I speak.
Mood swings
ADHD
Formication
Addiction
Insomnia
Hemochromatosis
Dysgraphia
Depression
My throat catches.
I take a shaky breath.
And suddenly I'm feeling everything.
The wind on my tired arms.
I drop them.
The silence behind me.
Pushing me forward.
I'm on the edge.
My back still to the others
He gets up.
Struggling.
The crunch of gravel.
He joins me.
He throws up his arms.
My throat catches.
And he drops them.
Drops his head.
We stand there.
The wind picks up.
The others are bored.
The girls go for their drinks.
The guys go for their girls.
He looks at his feet.
Grabs my arm, and lowers himself.
I settle in a few feet from him.
He's on my right.
I'm on his left.
We speak.
Of how nobody should be united in simply imperfection.
As is so often the case.
Of how nobody should be united in simply interest.
In simply secrets.
In simply reason.
We speak.
Of how their shouldn't be reasons and limitations to passion.
To love.
To unity.
We share a silence.
And share a drink.
And I speak.
So, what? Are we like, friends now?
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