There is beauty in tears-- trembling to the floor they represent passion the truest expression of magnificence the meaning of human rest inside these feelings.
This is our fantasy the wonderment: of watching their pain, bearing themselves, and perching each step nearer to the fifteen floor edge, that extends itself to the bottomless apartment complex.
The stangers are preying from below just out of sight, but close enough to hear an echo of cries bouncing off the empty space between them.
This is some form of release the 'rubbernecks' sing a song akin to Kumbaya, but instead of seeking harmony they are predators only desiring of blood and flesh to distill their minds of indiscretions.
They are burdened by their own unflinching enthusiasm and ravenous emptiness.
Displacing myself from my perch I feel an unpleasant revel growing through the crowd, as I clear their 'emptiness'-- it is always an unpleasant sight when seeing it all come to an end.