Prison
Why?Why did I do that stupid thing? Until I met Her, I was alright. I could handle my whole life feeling like it was on the veneer of just going to pieces, that I'd lose my mind in an instant if circumstances provoked it. Crazy life, eh? Everyday life. I loved pushing myself to the cliff’s crumbling edge and let the feeling of loose, disintegrating earth give way under my feet like an insane massage. Sharp rocks at the bottom and no stops between me and them. Well, then... if it happens, it happens. If it don't, it don't. And I'll only have myself tWhy?
Return to the CliffIt’s always winter here, at least for the time indefinite since my fall. But that is among the comforts of my home.Return to the Cliff
I have come to my cliff’s edge again, having found the way back. And this time I sit on the edge and smile as I stare across the abyss to the Unknown. They were afraid that I would do this, become this. They don’t even know what that was, however. Yet fear makes humans act irrationally, doesn’t it?
I claim no mastery of the German language, but cite with a greater smile a fascination and interest as I use their words to describe
