Lonely

How it feels to be truly alone.

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.