Stand on the edge... and jump

I am afraid, you know? Afraid of a lot of things. And it gets tiresome to be cautious all the time. I would love to just let go, be careless, destructive. Live fully, be hurt, suffer. Be mindless. I don't care. Throw everything away. And then end up in a dark pit, who cares? I would have enjoyed being at the brightest, highest top.

It's a shame that I have to stop so other people don't get hurt. Otherwise, I would jump this mile long jump, enjoying the wind, the speed, the fall. Crashing at the bottom, butchered into a thousand useless pieces.