Water. 

I see. 

I see the water beneath me, the waves gently crashing into each other. I look up at the sky and wonder what heaven must look like. 

I hear. 

I hear the cars rush past me crossing the bridge. Everyone is so consumed with them- 

selves that no one notices me standing up there. 

I watch. 

I watch as my hand releases its grip on the cable next to me. My feet seem to move by themselves as they take a step closer to the edge of the hand rail. 

I feel. I feel the wind blow past me as I jump. I feel the coldness of the dark waves as they engulf me. 

I see. 

I see the sky disappear as I sink farther into the darkness. 

I hear. 

I hear sweet silence. 

I want. 

I want to feel this sense of peace all around me. 

I feel.  

I feel the sorrow leave me as I shut my eyes and accept the darkness. 

By: Alice Merkel 

"The place where optimism most flourishes is the insane asylum." :Unknown Author