Inching closer and closer
towards the edge.
Caught battling between falling and flying away.
Uncertainty approaches.
1 1000
2 1000
3 1000
4. Eyes open
Arms reach for the cord, missing wildly.
Hands strangle me, ripping me apart.
My gaze shifts to the ground...
It's not catching up to me, it's passing by.
I chose to Fly.
