Standing on the precipice
Peering into the void
The ground beneath me crumbling
Grasping at thin air as I pitch
It feels like slow motion
As if somehow I have time
I do not scream
Tumble, pivot, spin
Stare up into the night sky
That vast expanse above
There must be something bigger
Than all this down below
And I conclude
This is a lovely way to die

Header Image – The Starry Night; Vincent Van Gogh