The Akara

I've been standing at this precipice for years. Time and again, I take one step closer to that threshold, the lights beaming up to my rooftop from the bustle of the congregation below. Soon I am standing with one foot off of the edge, but there is always something that takes it back, until here I am, one, two, three strides and off I would fall, down into the noise and glamour.
I can't wait anymore. If I am to jump, leap, fall, or simply step off of that cement lip, I had best do it now. The wind whips my hair about my face. So long to these kite strings! There was never any more point in this all if I could never tell it to you, and then you were gone, forever out of my reach. I saw it in dreams and in waking, yet did nothing to tell you just what it is I meant. Did I even mean anything after all?
The toes of my shoes jut out into empty space, casting shadows in the spotlight, though the light still catches my face, now featureless. So long to fate! O, how long I have toted your image with me, and now I release it into the winds and night sky. There is only endless space, space, space until I will hit the crowd. They have been waiting for so long, heads upturned in eager anticipation, and one thousand throbbing hearts beat in unison as they whisper for the final act to commence.
In another lifetime, I jumped.