fly and fall or never fly again.

Stand on the edge and grab hold of something sturdy because, I can tell you something that’s real; you’re going to fall.

 

Five, four …

 hold on tighter …

three, two …

don’t let go …

 drop! 

You never even look for a rock close by so there you go. Feeling like flying … falling? You’re suspended in time yet you know you’re dropping to whatever there is below. How is something like this possible? Try desperately to stay there. Feeling the wind combing your hair and the butterflies in your stomach a constant reminder that you’re not standing in place anymore. Just hold me tight until the time comes.

Please.
Don’t.
Let.

Go!

 

My landing strip isn’t sturdy when it rains but I can’t stop the tears. I’m trying to keep balance but the only steadiness I find is in her arms. It’s so easy to just look at her and forget the broken glass, the shattered remains.

But one way or another, you’re there,

laying on the ground.

 

And where did she go? How did this happen? Swear to yourself you never saw her leave your side but you know you’re lying. You saw all the signs, all the neon lights. Why the hell didn’t you hold on tighter? Why didn’t you at least try?

But you’ll pick yourself back up. Stand there for a while and you’ll be warned once again. Fly or fall? Grab hold or just embrace the inevitable? You will fall again. I can promise you that. But every time it’s different. You will never be warned the same way twice. You will never fall for the same amount of time or crash in the same way twice. And that, my dear, is exactly why no matter how you’re warned or how badly you’ve been hurt in the past, you won’t even look for that damn rope.

Maybe it’s out of curiosity.

Maybe it’s out of love that you have for it all.

Maybe you’re just plain insane.

 

But would you rather fall the distance and fly for a moment or never fly again?