Standing on the edge
I find myself
In a space between life and death
Between what is real and what is not real
Between what is known and what is unknown
If I jump
I will lose myself
If I stay
I will be no one
No one warned me
Or maybe they did
And I didn’t listen
Now I’m listening, and all I hear is silence
Because everything has been said
And everything has to be said
So I’m hesitant to say anything
I’m waiting for something
And suddenly, the ground below my feet disappears.
Because I realize that the edge is made of nothing
There is no edge
I cannot jump. I cannot stay.
And I fall, I fall
Wondering
If I’m falling in between the real worlds
Or if those worlds are just in my head
But then again
Are the worlds in my head not real?
It seems irrelevant to ask that question.
So I’m back, standing on the edge.
I’m not afraid, but I need to do something
Say something
Be something
There is no way of knowing.
But I know that if I step outside
There will be something new waiting for me
And I’m hungry to eat it, absorb it, become it
That’s why I’m standing on the edge.
It is where I need to be and where life begins
It’s unavoidable,
It’s home
And it will happen over and over again
And they will warn me,
And I won’t listen
Until I’m one of them