My heart is beating, wildly thumping; I can feel my blood course dizzyingly through me. I want to stop but my limbs threaten to carry me maddeningly forward.
To go forward is to lose control. To become blinding with freedom, unpredictable. It is to take a leap forward into a hole from which I may never come up from. Possibly I will create the impossible, but also, I could just fall, and be swallowed there forever.
If I jump, I could fly, but I could also, just fall…
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