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sometimes when you're standing there, waiting to fall, things start to feel a little bit more peaceful. i think it's the thought of impending death, that soon you'll be dead but it's not a bad thing because where you're going there doesn't exist any of the things that made you get up there in the first place. and then you get sort of..confused isn't the right word, but sort of thoughtful, like what would happen if, god forbid, death's not what it's cracked up to be, and what if you maybe miss what you're leaving behind? and then you start to miss it all, even while you're standing there. and then you're torn. you've come this far so you must owe it to someone or something or even yourself to go on and jump. but now that you've had a lapse in your insanity and finally got that glimpse of clarity that you'd probably been waiting for you can't quite bring yourself to step off the ledge. luckily you experience a wave of exhaustion that somehow pulls you down and carries you home to your bed.