I can see the sky. Grey swirls constantly changing and morphing in to new shapes, never the same. I can see the water. so bleak slate colored, barely moving deep light less. I pull my jacket tighter. the wind whistles through the suspension wires. I can feel myself breaking, no changing. Little pieces of glass falling to the ground as I am crushed. I balance on the edge ready to fall, to feel the wind the sky and the cold... I step forward. And walk away.
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