The very essence of madness, read with great caoution
the babblings of an unhemmed mind may those who read be seeking no answers, only questions
I'm standing there, on the edge. should i jump? I sway. back and forth, back and forth. i look over the edge. its a long way down. i cant really see. errant thought skate across my mind. does it really matter? i decide not. i contemplate my fall. it will be frightening. not because of the fall itself. but because of the impending crash once i hit the bottom. that will hurt. a lot. but once i brush off. will it be worth it? those who jump, can only hope.those who dont. will never know. should i find out? if i do, will i regret it? if i jump, i will never be able to know what its like to have stayed. i sway again. back and forth, back and forth. peering down i realise this. there is no way i will be able to not jump. that i must jump. i will jump. that i cannot jump. that i wont jump. so. i do