Imagine falling from the highest peak.
Zero spiral, a free fall that triggers vertigo.
Limbs elevating to the sky,
as if the torso was of a separate part of an apparatus.
Body aiming straight towards the ground like an anchor sinking in the sea.
Wind passes through your hair,
and rustles violently against your ears.
Can you imagine?
Gravitational pull,
it drags you down.
An indescribable sensation;
a sensation that leaves you further and further from reality,
As all becomes a blur.
A feeling of sheer emptiness;
for as brief as a second,
Every certainty becomes a questionable factor.
For even just an instant,
time extends; from a moment into an eternity.
And 'Temporary' becomes a word without definition.
It resonates in the mind of those who fear the fall;
Those who live with a brain numbing fear of the uncontrollable.
Eventually this miniature infinity will come to a halt,
As a strange entity ultimately breaks the fatal fall.
Once again, going back to the embrace of a great cocoon of protection.
And although that brief moment was your greatest fear,
it also became your greatest conquest.
With each glance back at the grotesque heights,
a smile would surface.
Because secretly, you know you loved it.
