I'm not afraid of falling. People say "it's not the fall that kills you, its the landing". I'm not afraid of landing either.  

It's the moment on the edge.

One second, when your foot falters and there's no assurance that you'll catch yourself. Maybe you do and you keep walking or maybe you fall flat and they laugh or you fall crooked and you cry or maybe someone reaches out to catch you.  

I don't even care which it is.

The moment is the one of uncertainty and lack of control. When there's nothing my body can do besides release an excess of adrenaline. My fear is in waiting for that moment, knowing that it could come. And knowing that the only way to truly alleviate it

is to let myself fall.