Standing on a

He didn't know that I could see him, he didn't know the inspiration he really was. Pacing back and forth, I modeled your steps from afar too. Street distances and I could still see your heavy breathing and the blood rush to your face. This wasn't gonna be jump kiddo. A glance at the street below and in he went. Crystal clear. No one jumps. Sometimes we just need better altitudes and solitude. The gift of isolation and definite grace. I fled. The sky turned black and streetlights led me to the place I knew best, the place that I felt best last, ever in this lifetime. Those concrete hills were so much higher before. This wasn't gonna be a jump kiddo. I had just found my happy place.