i often see myself walking on a tightrope
it's not attached to anything
it simply floats in a dark and empty space
i often dance and spin
then i see myself sitting on a cliff
shadow behind and the same empty space below
i swing my feet with my hands holding the edge
i look up at the stars and a wind tickles my face
im smiling
my mind switches between the two
the tightrope and the cliff
the thread and the abyss
i dont have a face here
only my smile shows
the rest is pitch black
i think there is blood dripping from my wrists to my hands
i make no move to stop it
the red drips into the dark
i look so carefree
its beautiful here
it looks so peaceful
this space seems to be my minds safe place
so i can retreat into it and breath
if only for a moment
