Edge

You sit on the side of the balcony. Wondering about what the other world looks like, what the other life is. You realize how beautiful this world right now. It just stopped raining, and you can hear the birds singing. But then you remembered why you sitting on the side of the balcony. Looking down on the pavement side of the road. People are walking down there, they look so busy, so serious. They have their adult lives, they have their things to do. You wondering how many people will actually know who you were, what kind of person. What were your last thoughts, and why did you do this. They will never know anything, nor will they ever care. Perhaps this world is too damaged. People became just a things, you can buy and sell them, just as any house item. You can bring ones to live, and take their lives when you don’t need them. This world is meaningless.