The Edge

The edge.
I look out past it into the never ending waters
Thrashing, crashing below.

I look at the sky,
The dark clouds
Seeming to bring an impending doom.
A storm.
The pressure hurts my ears. 

I jump.
Only in the figurative sense.
For there is no ocean
No cliff
No storm.
Not really.

I'm taking a chance,
Jumping into the brewing trouble below
Taking a chance
And falling in love with you.

Not falling.
Jumping off of the edge.

The End

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