There I was, standing at the point of no return, and scared of falling. Images of all kinds came to my mine. I knew that I could not hide from just a thing; of the feeling that someone was watching me. I could not hide from you. When as I turned to my left, I had relized I was only imagining; if I could climb that mountain and leave all my fears behind. If I could get to the top and yell them all out. But sometimes there are moments where imagining is only the begining to conquering your fears.