I feel the the air around me brushing lightly, lovingly against my skin.
As I'm slowly making my way down to whatever awaits beneath me, I hear your voice in my head telling me I'll be more than fine.
But for some reason, I believe you.
I feel at peace.
I know I can trust you.
I've never felt so.. oddly certain.
I should be questioning everything.
But instead I feel no reason in my gut, body or soul to doubt you. Or anything else for that matter.
I give you the power to destroy me or make whole. You have decided to do none of the two.
But that doesn't bother me.
The anticipation doesn't get to me.
You do something to me that I have yet to understand.
Strangely.. I'm okay with that.