Sometimes I stand close to the edge of tall buildings and imagine. 

I imagine what it would be like to fall, 

Fall through the air to the ground below.

Would I be facing my death head on?

Or would I want my last view to be of the blue blue sky above.

Would it hurt as I hit the pavement, or would I be numb?

I like to imagine falling off buildings, 

But then I step back, back from the edge

And the thoughts recede back into the dark corners of my mind.