I look out at the expanse before me and think if only I would just let myself go and fall, fall to the serenity of the moment and let the air take me to where I am free, let myself glide off the roof and enjoy peace and know no more sadness and I peer out of the edge and wonder if it would be easy to let myself go, to slide down the roof, but something holds me back. A flash, a vision, maybe of false hope and I peer once again at the edge which beckons me to join it and I crawl in from the window in hopes of a day filled with less sorrow.