Icarus's Diary

Last entry in Icarus"s diary 

That day, there was no physical entry in his diary, but a spiritual letter left its marks.

01/01/2021

Dear Diary,

Just as I was about to submit myself and end my suffering, I felt shivers down my spine. As I stood over the railing, the sorrowful wind kissed me blissfully, I closed my body and left it to fall foreword. It felt like I was flying for a second or two, time slowed down, and all the memories flashed before my eyes like a lightning storm in which there was salt, pepper, and a pinch of sugar and all sort of things and emotions. Then, after two seconds, which felt like two hours, the ground punched me. 

        As I lay over the ground slowly my feets got cold, and the coldness kept climbing up, up to the eyes center, and at the moment it felt like a hundred scorpions had bitten me, all at once; and all that I could see, was a scintilla.

It was an epiphany, like all the bodily pain and sensual pleasures were taken away from me, like I could fly, like I could see much further than the physical world. But before I could be freed from the cycle of birth and death, there were some little things on due, so I had to take one last birth, a birth of a Bird, to be specific, the birth of an Arctic tern.

 

Some people do self-harm, for different reasons, in different ways, over different magnitudes....