Step Taking.

I know I am teetering on the cliff's edge.

I can see the flames flickering below and don't know if they are welcome home campfires or smoldering pits of hellish Nothing.

I have seen them both before.  Embraced them.  Was rescued or ripped away.

I can feel the Here slipping by.  The people pulling back. 

Nobody wants to get hurt.
Nobody likes People Who Leave. 

And in that great, wide, reckless beyond I feel my greatest fears:
Soul sucking lifelessness in a lonely street. 
Purposeless rain. 
Music that is noise.