“I’m on a roof again, but this building is so high. It feels like I am closer to the stars. I’m waiting for the sunrise again, but now that I discovered something more beautiful than the sunrise this wait seems pointless. The view from here is fascinating. I hold on to the iron grip at the edge of the building and look down. I wonder why do I keep trying to hold on. I’m so hopeless. My hands are cold, this thing I’m holding onto is very cold, it sends chills down my spine. I can’t hold on anymore. I need to let you go. The fresh air hits my face as I see the world moving under me. I close my eyes until I can’t feel the coldness in my hands anymore.”

~M.R.0922