Slightly leaning out of a fast moving train; trees whizzing past in fast motion blur; wind running through the hair, slashing on the face, banging on the eardrums, drowning out a song.

B: Do it.

A: What?!!

B: Do it. Jump.

A: What? Why?

B: Why not?

A: Uhh...

B: That's what I thought.

C: Absence of reason is not reason.. enough.

B: Ah! The wise one has spoken.

A: But... Am I suicidal?

C: It is not so much a wrong as it is idiocy.

B: It is not so much idiocy as it is easy.

A: You mean cowardly!

B: Sorry if it doesn't sound poetically inspiring, sonny!

A: But.. Life's good!

B: Death's better!

C: Life could be better. Death couldn't.

B: Life could be worse. Death couldn't.

A: Better to have loved and lost than not have loved at all, right?

B: Awww! That's cute! What's the name of this movie?

A: I have a lot ahead of me. I want in on the action.

B: So you want in on the cheap thrills.

C: Trivializing them won't do them away. They exist.

A: But so do the disappointments.

B: So cry me a river! Be a man! Move on! Die!

A: I'm gonna go sleep.

Soil Diaries

I,

With millions of other I's,

Near and far,

Am its source, its base, its support.

My presence appears necessary.

But would my absence stifle it?

.

I lay still,

Contributing to a larger stillness,

Waiting for the winds

To inspire, to carry, to move me.

Because free will though i have,

it is only a reminder of my inability.

.

Better off if bettered,

But better still, the inherently better.

So I shall

Be wetted, be tamed, be moulded,

To it better suit

A millionth bit more.

.

I realize

My insignificance is of significance.

But when I

am unable to fulfil that least of purposes,

Where do I find my will to exist?

In the very it?