Skydiving

I stand in the doorway of the plane looking down

I'm so high up

I can't see anything but clouds

No cars

No people

No buildings

Nothing

The wind whips around me

It pushes me forward a bit, and I stumble

I catch myself on the door

The wind whips harder, begging me to jump

I look down again

My hands gripping the pole next to me

My knuckles white against the silvery metal

I shakily stand up

Let go of the pole

Secure my parachute

And I jump into the oblivion