It’s wonderful, And beautiful, But I just can’t help to think: What if I let go? What if I hit the cold hard ground? What if I fall, and keep falling?
I feel like I let go, and time has stopped. There’s no sun here. No warmth. No wind. I’m falling but I can’t scream. I’m looking up but everything is getting further out of reach. Im fighting but no one sees.
I’m too far away now. I’m waiting to hit that cold hard ground, But as I keep falling, it doesn’t seem so scary anymore. Because once I hit that cold hard ground, It’s over. I’m no longer falling.
But I haven’t let go. I can feel the sun and the wind. The cold hard ground is still under me. And it will always be under me. Just waiting for me to fall.