I am standing on a cliff, my hair down, flickering around my face in the breeze. below me runs a dirty train, forever running, always running. I watch the rocks fly, feel the vertigo of standing so high and take a deep breath. Every gasp of wind from behind me pushes me closer to that deadly edge. It tempt me, it encourages me, pushes me forward. It would be so simple, to slide down the cliff into the rush of the metal the fast deadly wheels. So simple. I open my eyes. Im in the loungeroom but the cliff is still here. it is infront of my eyes tempting me begging me. Simple. Easy. but cruel and unforgiving. The one mistake i cannot try to make right. But is it a mistake? the train still rushes and the wind still blows. i still wonder.