Mortality Approaching

I thought about jumping onto the tracks again tonight. Only for a second. I pictured the impact of the train on my unprotected body, the sparks flying up from the wheels, the screams of the shocked onlookers in between whispers of "he just leapt...I can't believe it. He just ended it." My heart raced with excitement, sort of, and only a little fear, as the implications of this one momentous decision flickered in front of my pensive eyes.

When the train approached and I didn't jump, just like all the other times I hadn't jumped, and the wind rushed past me in a hurricane of things I'd never do, I was relieved, sort of, and only a little disappointed.