I'm too old to cry but I don't think I'll ever be old enough to understand.

Don't jump! I shout at the suicidal blanket hanging out of the window on a four story building, Don't jump...

A crowd gathers and traces my pointing finger to the window where regrets and mistakes leaned.

People begin to stare at me.

I look at them and then gesture again at the horrific event that lay in front of their eyes. Why do they not scream and shout? Why are there not woman crying and children running home to tell of the dreadful news?

I empower my voice in efforts to awake them and shout once more, Please don't jump!

But it is no use - the crowd has already formed their opinion of me.

By Calvin