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Hail in warm weather… the world is truly coming to an end.

Technically the world has been ending ever since it started… a depressing way to look at things but it puts things in perspective.

As the wind blows past I watch the road come to an end… like a metaphoric suggestion that pushes to write my life, the pavement abruptly halts and the dirt begins.

From the world of conformity to life in its purest form… and then it ends.

The car careens off the ledge and into the air, and soon I’m in free fall, the wind pushing upwards as my body pulls down as gravity intended it to be.

It’s a calm blur, in a vaguely suicidal way. The ground comes up to meet me and I wonder, why did that road end at a cliff anyways?