Living on the edge

He was living on the edge,
On the edge everything had a new taste,
or no taste!
sometimes he felt he cares about everything,
and sometimes he cared for nothing.
every day was either black or white.

the truth was deep inside we wanted something to
make him to leave the edge, maybe a hand pulling him to one side,
because he didn’t know which side to choose,
not anymore.

(what’s the edge?
there’s an edge between the two opposite feelings,
love or hate,
happiness or sadness,
or even some other things
laughter or cry,
awakeness or sleep.
it’s the moment or feeling that happens between them)