I wish i had never let go,

But the ground is coming quick, and i am getting closer to that snow.

The railing that i had held onto kept me on the precipice of life and death,

And now, im wondering whenever my chest moves if it will be my final breath.

Despite, it is not only regret that is filling my soul as i fall,

It is also the excitement for my inevitable cessation, existing above it all. ...