Weightlessness

I was at my lowest, when i decided to walk to the top. I took the stairs as the lift too had conspired against me, just like everything else. It was as though each and an every passing instant converted the energy within me into mass, putting unbearable weight on my shoulders. I lifted my head barely enough to look at the next step. I walked and walked, climbing to the top. The door was open, the sky was blue. The ambiance had an inexplicable serenity about it. Maybe I made up for the balance in stress and emotions. I walked to the ledge. The chill breeze hitting my face. I looked down, I could see people walking, not alone but in groups, I could see them laughing. They looked small from the 18th floor, but they were there laughing and talking. OH! Those days...those were the days. Now it is only night. Darkness in the day time for such a long and unbearable time. I looked at them for one last time, inching towards the end of the ledge, now half my foot, floating in air. I couldn't get my eyes off them. They were beautiful in some way, beyond explanation. I suddenly looked up. Flying in circles, looking at me with anticipation were vultures. I looked down again to see the small specks near the group, that were the shadows of the vultures. The people now dispersed, each one walking his lonely path. I closed my eyes, and took the next step....
For a moment I was weightless. I don't remember what happened next...