soothe

we live on a mountain right at the top, there's a beautiful view from the top of the mountain. every morning i walk towards the edge and throw little things off, like car-parts, bottles and cutlery or whatever i find lying around. it's become a habit, a way to start the day
it's early morning, no one is awake. i'm back at my cliff still throwing things off. i listen to the sounds they make on their way down, i follow with my eyes 'til they crash, imagine what my body would sound like slamming against those rocks. and when it lands, will my eyes be closed, or open?