There was a rope around my waist, which I quickly removed.
I look down, hoping someone might catch me.
I was hoping it would be you.
I smile because you are there.
And then begin to laugh at myself
because you turned away
When you saw me.
Beautiful sights are waiting for me.
And I still choose to fall beyond the cliff
even if no one will embrace my fall
because I do not want emptiness.
Fall even if there is nothing to fall on.
3 comments:
Sometimes, falling is better than staying put, or reaching the ground. It's the closest we can get to flying.
I do hope so. Because right now, it doesn't feel right.
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