I feel sick to my stomach, anxious. Like at any moment I'm going to come to a ledge and fall off of it, closing my eyes and waiting for the impact, thud and the ploom of dust rising after my human form hits the ground. Not intending to jump, but just falling.
Jumping would be the thought of some."She jumped didn't she?"
I've been craving the forbidden lately.... a drag would be so nice. The device to pull me in, and escape from this anxious wind.
A break is upon me! A time to decide. I'm not hurting at the idea of waking up alone, without that warmth beside. The sea of red without his hold. Not like blood flowing, but blood cold.
Do I say come, or do I let go!? The rope is at its end and there's not much more to hold.
I've pulled my last hair.
Mirror Mirror on the wall.
Who's the one that takes the fall?
O' my lady thou shalt you!
unless of course ye stand on two!
I'm standing at the edge of a cliff. The view panoramic of the sky so blue, red rock below that once held the water that flowed, now a canyon for me to fly through. The birds chirping in the distance calling my name. Close thine eyes and let the wind howl through thine hair. Drifting, lifting holding me high, a deep breath in, for a heavy sigh.
Surrounded by nothing will I still be able to hear, that tone that you called me dear?
Forget the sadness the heart's but a solid black, may be a cause of the pain in my back.
