Waterfall

Morning always comes at noon.

Nothing stands before me,

like the sky it’s all a little too open,

a little too wide.

I’m leaping into the unknown.

My feet pray that there’s landing on the other side.

Cool, cool bliss,

like a waterfall I plunge,

shutting my eyes for the last moment of fear

the new,

silent world before me.

Plunge,

into a world without air,

which shuts out sound.

It is all some sort of cold relief,

freedom.

Here I stand on my cliff of apathy,

on the height to which I must fall.

I must lose myself to gravity,

by my choice I let go.

I am overpowered by the dive,

with open eyes I fall.

Into the depths bellow me,

into the waterfall.