I stand atop the cliff, and looking over, afraid of falling, wanting this fall to end it all.
I look at this picture and think of the woman living the dream.
I forget the view, the time I’m having, and all my company.
She has everything she could possibly want- hasn’t she?
And I’ve only left the Sunshine for shade.
Perhaps her life was the life I wanted.
What was this life that I wanted?
Did I find it?