There I was on the edge of the nothing we call everything. The wind swirled madly around my head disrupting the hope I was trying to imagine. The faded light barley reached the summit beneath my feet. I remember thinking something like “I’ve come too far to turn back now”. At that very moment horrific visions of my savage past filled my drug addled half crazed mind; so I stretched out my week arms and threw myself over what seemed to be my climactic end. Spiraling head first at top speed toward the broken earth I was finally at peace with the gods and demons of my past. Then like first rising vibes of a revelation I violently hit the surface of reality. I had been given a second chance.

Only those of us whom have been over the edge know where it is.