the place we sometimes journey to –
is much too dark to stay,
too far away for words,
more deep than sound –
profound as black on white,
or even still,
the very absence of light…
attempting once again to feel,
we dive head first into the –
nothing,
to somehow feel the splash –
of something…
as delicate as if,
more frail than why –
the sanity we seek to find,
evasive –
hides behind the clouds,
that clutter the skyline of our mind!
standing too close to the edge 