Imagining

I often imagine I'm on a bridge. I'm just standing on the railing. It's like the cross roads between life and death. If I fall... I loose it all. But if I stepped down I just go back to it all... keep on living. But I'm not thinking about jumping or anything. In fact the bridge isn't even up high enough. But I'm looking up. It's as if I'm hoping that if I jump I'll be like a little bird and fly away. The sun is always right over head and my arms are always out... as if maybe, just maybe, I could grab the sky, the sun, and all it's warmth and peace. But I know I can't so I just imagine.