You want to climb high. Because being close to the stars is such a dream. Living in a pla...

You want to climb high. Because being close to the stars is such a dream.

Living in a place of the Gods seems like a dream to you.

But then you realize as you climb.

You leave the comfort of oxygen. Thinking nothing can stop you. Or harm you.

And when you finally notice you can hardly breathe.

You fall.

Wanting your breath.

You push yourself off.

Down. Down. Down.

It took so long for you to climb.

But so fast for you to fall.

Rather than suffocate slowly.

You jump and then your death is quick.

You should've just stopped climbing.

Whether it was on a ladder, or stairs, or a cliff.

You could've just enjoyed the view you had.

Yet each step you took. You made an excuse.

There were as many excuses as there were stars, that you are desperate to see.

You only saw two options that led to your death.

You will lose your breath.

And fall as you turn blue and when you get your air back.

Your head is cracked and bleeding. Even your death on the ground was slow.


You left so many things you thought were weighing you down.

Some of it would have actually cushioned you.

Some could have caught you.

But you wanted to climb so far so fast.

You wanted to make yourself light.

Maybe to blend in with said stars in which you were so desperate to reach.

But all in the end.

You suffocated.

Fell.

And died.

It was an easy prediction overall.

If only Rashta, if only-

If only you learned.