Here I stand on the edge, ready to jump, ready to fall. Not knowing weather I will survive or if I will come out a broken man. Not knowing if the journey will be pleasant, or if it will scare me all they way down.
The edge is so close I can feel my knees start to weaken at the beauty. They way the curves flow perfectly from one to another, how they are soft to the touch, yet I know that with just one wrong gesture they could crush me.
I yearn for them as much as I fear them. I fear the unknown, but I love what I can learn. I cannot decide if to jump is the right way to do it, maybe a gentle slide will be better. Yes, it will be safer, I may land without a scratch, but I will loose all the fun and excitement of the fall, the rush of a new adventure, of danger.
That’s really what it’s all about, isn’t it? The uncertainty of knowing how it will end. Not knowing when I take my jump, if I will be caught, or if I shall truly fall, and break something more dear than my bones.
See bones can be fixed, can be replaced. A heart is much harder. A life cannot be returned once it has been ended. That’s the scary thing about taking the risk.
Yet I know that I will still jump, that I cannot stand at the edge to look over and not fall. The view is too beautiful, to perfect to be left alone. And so I am consumed with craving to touch this wondrous edge, to feel the delicate curves, to marvel at the way the blue color is so striking against the white surface.
I can feel the call of an angel, beckoning me to jump. And I, so entranced at its melodic tone, have no choice but to obey. So I do the only thing I can think of, which I later realize, takes no thought at all.
I jump. I fall.
And I land. I land with the feeling of warmth in my chest, so white hot that my cheeks flush. A soft hand caresses the flush of my face, and I melt into the gesture. For the first time since the fall I open my eyes and I find I am face to face with the angel that called to me. With curves that flow perfectly from one to another, that are soft at the touch, yet I can feel the power underneath them. I see the blue eyes, so striking against the alabaster skin, that I again feel my heart heave, as if it wanted to leave my chest.
At once, when I open my eyes, I realize the truth. The truth is as I stood at the edge, looking down, I knew where I would fall, I would fall in love. I just didn’t know if she would be there to catch me.
The edge is so close I can feel my knees start to weaken at the beauty. They way the curves flow perfectly from one to another, how they are soft to the touch, yet I know that with just one wrong gesture they could crush me.
I yearn for them as much as I fear them. I fear the unknown, but I love what I can learn. I cannot decide if to jump is the right way to do it, maybe a gentle slide will be better. Yes, it will be safer, I may land without a scratch, but I will loose all the fun and excitement of the fall, the rush of a new adventure, of danger.
That’s really what it’s all about, isn’t it? The uncertainty of knowing how it will end. Not knowing when I take my jump, if I will be caught, or if I shall truly fall, and break something more dear than my bones.
See bones can be fixed, can be replaced. A heart is much harder. A life cannot be returned once it has been ended. That’s the scary thing about taking the risk.
Yet I know that I will still jump, that I cannot stand at the edge to look over and not fall. The view is too beautiful, to perfect to be left alone. And so I am consumed with craving to touch this wondrous edge, to feel the delicate curves, to marvel at the way the blue color is so striking against the white surface.
I can feel the call of an angel, beckoning me to jump. And I, so entranced at its melodic tone, have no choice but to obey. So I do the only thing I can think of, which I later realize, takes no thought at all.
I jump. I fall.
And I land. I land with the feeling of warmth in my chest, so white hot that my cheeks flush. A soft hand caresses the flush of my face, and I melt into the gesture. For the first time since the fall I open my eyes and I find I am face to face with the angel that called to me. With curves that flow perfectly from one to another, that are soft at the touch, yet I can feel the power underneath them. I see the blue eyes, so striking against the alabaster skin, that I again feel my heart heave, as if it wanted to leave my chest.
At once, when I open my eyes, I realize the truth. The truth is as I stood at the edge, looking down, I knew where I would fall, I would fall in love. I just didn’t know if she would be there to catch me.
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