I watched the moonlight dance across the water as I sat at the edge of the bridge contemplating on whether I should end my life. My breath came in short, ragged pants as I lean forward-ever so slightly- to get a better look at the moon’s reflection that seemed to be untouched by the restless river. The sight was so peaceful that for just a brief moment I found myself daydreaming about what it would be like to actually BE the moon. Was it ever sad? Did it ever feel unwanted or unloved? No, I finally decided, it didn’t. It’s too perfect to be sad. I sat there a little while longer before deciding that tonight wasn’t the night to jump. The moon was too pretty tonight to be paired with such a tragedy. Maybe tomorrow I thought…. Maybe tomorrow.