Was It Something To Forget?

Prolouge

Standing on the edge has always given me a strange sensation. One of power, yet with a twinge of weakness. The power to choose my path and decide if id take the jump. The weakness of the act itself.
So while I'm standing here I close my eyes and focus on the startling blue-gray water coursing below me. We all seem to be in constant movement. Just like the waves of the ocean and the fish that swim in it, the pace of the fluffy white fluff balls in the sky as they cruise towards their destination, the descent of the sun and the awakening of the moon, just like the blood rushing through our veins to please our bodies. Nothing's ever still, but in this moment I feel it. I swear I feel the Earth shifting under my feet, so for once I don't have to do all of the work. I don't feel in control right now, always forced to move, never able to completely stay in a moment. I shouldn't be standing so close to the edge, so close to something dark and intriguing.
I guess I need to explain how I got here first.