Lately I've been pushing myself to the edge,running full force right before the edge meets the drop and stopping short. Just to feel the rush,just to see how far I'll go. I'm flirting with feelings I've long forgotten to exist. The feelings I've numbed with one too many bottles of cheap wine and loud deafening music. You see, you are an ocean of a person;I know this. I know at any moment I can jump off the edge and dive into your depths and I'll be at your mercy. You will either pull me into your ripe tides or sooth your waves and let me explore all that is you. And as I run to the edge I realize how dangerous this can be,how real it is becoming. Once I jump,gravity will pull me down..physics will take a hold of me and there is no coming back up. So here I find myself once again at the edge, debating whether or not I'm a strong enough swimmer to brave your waves.
