The Rush

The breeze blows quickly through my hair.
The wind rushing past my ears,
A gentle whistle filling my mind.
It's so soothing.

I spread my arms wide,
Embracing the feeling of relief as my troubles fade away.
I watch as my destination draws closer.
There is no turning back,
The decision is made,
And that's the beauty of it.
No regrets.
This is the feeling I have waited for,
The feeling I've craved.

I close my eyes,
Thinking of all the things I'm leaving behind.
My problems.
My worries.
All that's left is that final impact as my body crashes into the ground.