running on adrenaline,
my core thudding,
strong against my rib cage,
wild winds pushing at me,
from every direction.

peering down to obtain,
the setting,
on a cliff,
on the edge.

impulsively,
i leap,
i'm flying.

bound to graze a knee,
yet the shattering feeling is enough,
to throw me over the edge again,
being bound,
i broke free.

in a state of shock,
but the heart shocks itself,
eighty times a minute,
one hundred thousand times a day,
and forty two million times a year.

one shock is not the end,
in time,
i'll strike rock bottom,
but still today,
i'll be soaring.

livia