New.

I have this new view. On the sixth floor seeing things as though I haven't before. I think that one thought that life is too short. I go a floor higher. I think that we're all alone in this world, from start to finish. Now I'm on the top floor. No one can tell me what to do. I have my life, you have your own to do things to. I make my way up to the roof. Cold as ice, no one in sight. It's dark. At this point I've realized all that I have lost in life. There is nothing that can replace it. My heart is dripping out down back to Earth. I want to go with it. There's no point of return. I see the horizon. All the lights sparkle like jewels. My soul is in this city. I escaped here to find myself. Bury me where I stand. No heart. No soul. No life. I must go. Leave the rooftop back down to Earth. Where all is warm and comforting...or so I thought before. My dreams are so unachievable. Hope is lost. My mind is no more. I look down from the top only to see I am so deep in the ground. There is no more light. Nothing to look forward to. Empty. Lost. Gone.