When I was taking a Fag by the stairs just a few moments ago, I pushed open the void windows for air and looked-see downwards. The one thing I couldn't help myself with, was the sudden urge of dropping myself, hard, onto the ground. I always thought that this is one of the best choices I can make. Always, and ever. After which, this question suddenly occured to me: "Why am I (breathing/whining/staying/living) here?"