[Gurdit]

Synopsis: The thoughts of a romantic standing at the edge of a cliff.

At the edge of the cliff I stand. The golden eagles under the golden sun, circle around my head. A black and white vulture watches keenly… waiting, perhaps? The wind is just a whisper, whispering in my ear. I’m so calm. How can it be? I’ve walked down this road a thousand times, a thousand miles and have never once gone beyond this point. This edge… so alluring. If I could, I’d speak a thousand things, a thousand different feelings pouring out all at once.

Smiling, I look over the edge. A thousand feet below, the pellucid water beckons me. It’s high-noon, and yet, the wind is calm and cool, waiting and watching. If you were here with me now, what would you say? What would you do? In this moment, everything stands still, here, at the edge of the cliff. The eagles seem frozen in a never-ending circular loop. The vultures are still watching impatiently, not moving a muscle. In the distance, somewhere far below, life goes on; but here, by myself, everything I see is still.

I close my eyes to see a million faces appear before them, all the while knowing that even among these, I’ll find you. I’ll recognize you by the way my heartbeat changes when I’m near you. I’ll recognize you by my sudden desire to stay alive. You bring a smile to my face. You give me a reason to live... I think I’ll get up and walk away for now, leaving this cliff alone again. Maybe I’ll come back here later… maybe with you. Maybe I’ll come alone again, only to stand at the edge of the cliff, and maybe then, the wind will push me harder, and I’ll float off the edge.


Author's note: When he talks about jumping off the cliff, it's not necessarily because he's dejected that he has to come to the cliff alone. I have had this certain fixation with death, and if I could choose how I wanted to die, it would be by falling off a cliff, floating weightless to the bottom, preferably staring into the night sky as I fall backwards.