The Itch

The Edge. That a powerful word, what an amazing consept. The edge.. The moment before the fall. That couple of inches before life and death. before something different. Before discovering the answer to mankind's greatest question.. is there a life after the edge? Is there something to look forward to as you fall, a light in the tunnel? The edge... the barrier and bridge between worlds. Those inches are what keep you caged to this world, those inches are also the door... The door to death. Time and space, they all fall to the power of the edge.. The amount of power in those inches is God like. The edge has power over life and death, The edge knows the answer. It gives me this itch.. like, when I'm on the roof and its high up, but it's not that high up.. and i just get this itch to jump.. to see if i was right.. to see if i wouldn't brake anything.. to prove others wrong, and to prove myself right.. But i don't scratch it, because the edge is to much for me.. I can not conquer it... Only the fools challenge a God. Only fools try to answer the question early.