Fall.
A jump from the heights and the long drop to below.
All it took was one small movement. A step, a leap, a shift of the weight, and there is nothing to stop from the blissful feeling of weightlessness.
Dedicate.
Everything leads up to this flight.
It was not an easy task. It only comes with a previous committment. Something to plan for, something to know, something to feel. Others will try to disuade from some foolish actions.
Exhilerate.
The joy of the wind, biting the face and lifting soft hair.
They don't understand the pure emotion of wind and air. To twist and turn, bend and flip, in the air where all encourages and no one hinders. All the risk and adrenaline doesn't hurt, either.
Love.
There is nothing else, except this one.
To give it all up, as all else fails to bring such purity. An obsession to this one... act... self... own. For love is what brings it all together, and makes everything worthwhile. Without love, there is no beginning.
Free.
No thoughts. No worries. Just the fall.
