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

I see. 

I see a thin woman walking away from me. 

I see her red coat twisting and turning behind in the wind. 

I see her burnett curls bounce on her shoulders. 

I hear.

I hear her heels clicking against the sidewalk. 

I hear the sounds of people talking all around me. 

I hear taxi drivers slamming on their brakes. 

I touch. I touch the shoulder of the person in front of me as I rush past them. 

I touch the ground as I run towards her. 

I touch her shoulder gently. 

I taste. 

I taste the air as I run. 

I taste the scents of hot dogs, car exhaust, different perfumes of the people around me. 

I taste her. 

I feel.

I feel sweat start to roll down my back. 

I feel people brush past me with annoyance. 

I feel my heart burst with love when my eyes met hers. 

By Alice Merkel 

"To love and be loves is to feel the sun on both sides." : David Viscott