On the edge of a cliff she stood with her arms stretched out and her feet firmly planted on the ground. The smell of the wild flowers behind her wafting in the wind and the smell of the ocean trailing up the side of the cliff as the water crashes against it. The wind blowing violently as she stands there imagining how it would feel to fly, to take her feet off that cliff and the wind to catch her as she becomes like a raven in the sky and flies away from all her worries and mistakes. But when she opens her eyes she is back there on the edge of that cliff, she takes one last look then she turns around and walks away from the world she loves and hates.