On the Edge

Maybe it is lack of sleep... Maybe it is PMS... May it is all this change all at once... Maybe it is the fogginess of what my future holds... Maybe... What ever the case may be I am all of a sudden profoundly sad. I am on edge. Like the number 13, the word "edge" has popped up numerous times in my life. It seems to be a motif for my fear of heights. If I elevate myself too much I am bound to find myself on the edge peering down at a dangerous drop. I can almost feel the dirt beneath my feet giving way...