Lonely

Higher than I've ever been before.
Becoming closer to the abyss that lies above me.
Looking below to people in the streets,
Who find comfort with each other.
I find I'm an addict to being lonely.
Not to have my thoughts approved by those of a different path.
Keeping myself hinged to this edge waiting for the wind to give me the push I need.
Dreaming the fall with be a perfect end to this blissful thought.