Glass In The Atmosphere

I settle closing my eyes
Go to the edge of the earth and I dive
I don’t descend quickly like I intend to
I’m suspended in air with no flight
My body is immobile yet my mind is frantic with expectation
I ask myself  am I still alive ?
For this is what I fear
Surrounded by clouds that trap me
I don’t want to shelter my fall
I need to feel what is real
My fingers intertwine with the atmosphere
For moments that seem to  pass by
I observe the radiance of the sky
The place where the stars live and the sun dies
But nothing can deplete this despondency
My nucleus is torn open with little shreds of glass
I ask for this to be over at last