Slim.

And then things just slip from the cracks by their own accord. But sometimes it's needed. Sometimes it's overdue. And you cry. And you feel relieved. And you wonder how things could have gotten so far. And you wonder. As the sun sets and the light goes on, you wonder who's looking out at you just as you are looking out at the lights of the city in the distance, as curious about the world as you are. And you look at the roof of the house next door. Only 10 feet away. And you think about what chances you have of making it across from your window without getting hurt. And then to the next house. And the next. Until you find yourself at the horizon, looking down at the end of the world. What everyone else sees as the finish, and you see as just the beginning.

Pause. Breathe.

(Jump.)