A thrilling point to be sat at.
A juxtaposition.
But there is no going back on your steps.
There are no options.
You will jump. You will lose control.
The anger. The rage inside you will let loose, like a lion unleashed from its cage.
Or perhaps, it will be misery, a dam of tears will break. All at once realisation will dawn on you.
Or there might just be a slight hope of redemption. Of finally falling into a peaceful slumber.
But then again gravity has a way of defying flight. And those few serene moments of freedom will be met with the harsh slap of the surface beneath you.
And you'll crash. Hard. If it were a physical accident, there wouldn't be any chance of survival.
Ironically though, it's all in your head. You have the control over this anxiety, and yet you can't defeat it.
Your mind is a ticking grenade.
And such a funny betrayal, it was love which pulled the pin.
XOXO
CHAOS.
