I want a house on the edge of the cliff. I want it right on the edge, and I want it without the window planes, so the wind can freely roam within my home. It'll be a pleasure. To make love with the wind and feel him gently caress me, his fingers running down my spine ever so lightly. He'll be my perfect phantom lover, faceless and formless. No betrayal, no let-down, no double-timing, just there for me to pour out my unstifled passions to without me getting hurt. I'll feel safe lying in his arms, even as the ground beneath crumbles under the might of the ocean's thrust. It'll be an eternal love affair consisting of night after night of passionate love making, with just me and no one else. And perhaps one day, when God decides to punish me for all the sins I've committed, the cliff will cave in. It'll be a beautiful closure to a perfect fairytale. No one shall remember or recall my existence, and my memories will cease with my fall. I can almost see my disintegration and feel the pain as the ocean smashes against my limp body. Yes, I'll cease to exist then. I'll be floating admist the waves, I'll make up part of the foam of the ocean. But I'll dance and I'll sing as the wind howls and the rain pours. I'll be very much more alive and happy then.