Imagine.

Imagine all the people living for today.

-John Lennon


You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one.

-John Lennon





I looked down below me. The air looked thin and the water deep. What was I doing here? Committing a sin, or righting all these wrongs? I heard voices calling at me. But they were all too far away.

My shoes were sitting next to me on the ground. I looked at them and noticed just how tattered and worn they were. They looked old and dirty and abused. I wanted to name them and call them by that name. I wanted to make it personal. Since, after all, this was personal. This was very personal.

My stomach turned, and I felt sick. I sat down for a minute, backing away from the ruthless corner of earth; the ground that threatened to tear me apart. I heard myself whimper and whine, but I did not feel it. I did not feel my body and my senses. I did not feel the rumble. I did not feel the scream.

I inched closer to the edge. Closer. Closer. Closer. Closer. Closer.

My feet dangled over the ground, and rocks and pebbles scattered away from me, plummeting to a sky of water with depths only known to bodiless souls.

I frowned, but I smiled. I laughed, but I cried. I screamed. But none of it sounded. I was quiet. I was still. I was dead.

I was soon to be peaceful. Peaceful again. Peaceful at last.

For some reason, as I was standing, I was remarkably aware of the dirt and how it felt beneath my feet. I concluded that it was no more cutting off than connecting. I would be one with the earth now. I would be part of nature. I would be where I belonged.

I've always loved the water. The beautiful shades faded in and out and in and out and in and in and in. I watched in silence. The world was silent now. And I listened. I listened.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I love you.

"I will always love you." I smiled.

"My heart is yours. Forever."