I was sent to the edge of that cliff, and there I sat.

There I stared into the void, the nothingness.

I felt the rock from beneath sifting...crumbling.

Stillness

I could not find the strength, as the earth beneath disinterested.

I alowed body to fall, my sole severing from its empty being.

It was fast and mersulules.

Time slipped away.

Scenes ceased to exist.

The darkness grew colder.

There I resided.

The void.

The hopelessness.

The eternal nothingness.

Stillness...

Then there was a glimpse, then a voice, my lifeless body sturd.

On the cliff, with eyes of sapphire and golden locks, a tiny angel with a sole of joy.

Waling into the hopeless abyss, 'Mummy, where did you go?'.

Drifting into the nothingness, there was a fleeting sence of hope, a sliver of that severed sole, landed at my feet.

Something rumbled from a primal depth, cungering power long since forgotten, to grasp that sliver.

To claw them walls, to leave the abise, where I would no longer reside.

With bleeding figures, I clung and climbed.

'I'm coming, my boy; now is not my time'.

With every last ounce of might in that sliver, I pulled myself over that edge.

Grasping the fragmented pieces of that serverd sole, patching them into place.

I must survive, I will survive, 'I'm here, my boy'!

So you see, although I stand before you a patchwork of my former self.

Although I may slip, I will cling for dear life.

I will not, I shall not, I can not, return to that nothingness.

'I'm here my boy, I will stay my boy, I love you my boy'.