Is it, really, feel nothing.
Or, is it, the end of the world.
But I always have this dream, where I was on the edge of a mountain. Wind brushing my face, ever so gently. I felt the birds greeting me, knowing my existence, singing to my heart. I heard the colours of the world, I see the satisfaction of life, with my eyes closed.
And..yes, I was on the edge of everything.
Dream a little dream,