There's a place I go to breathe.
I'll sit for hours recollecting thoughts and memories.
All to quickly violent thoughts submerge.
Never seeming to fail,
"what if you jumped"

Sometimes my knee's will stiffen.
Would I glide smoothly through loosely freeing my soul.
Or should the sudden twitch in my arm catapult my motion releasing me uncontrolled.
Would I feel regret?
Would I feel pain?
Would I feel love?
Would I feel at all?
The torment of these questions is what drives my curiosity.
As I answer...
The call of the void.