Way Up Here

Time comes to a standstill
From way up here.
I can contemplate it
But not comprehend.
I step away from reality
Towards the edge of my world.
My quiet edge of my world.
Silence
Can be found at the edge of my world.
I can look over at the great depths
Down into blue nothingness.
The further from their reality;
The journey there is easier than
The return.
Funny,
As time seems not to exist
In this - my - reality.
And then I am brought back.