Standing close to an edge of a cliff I am gripped by a fear of falling. A fear so irrational and fierce that I almost topple myself over in my giddiness. The dissonance inside my head causes a forgetfulness of feet on solid ground. In my mindβs eye, I am tumbling down, air screeching past, a time out of time, until I collide somewhere below, softness hitting the ground.
fear and lure of falling and flying
fear and lure of falling and flying
fear and lure of falling and flying
Standing close to an edge of a cliff I am gripped by a fear of falling. A fear so irrational and fierce that I almost topple myself over in my giddiness. The dissonance inside my head causes a forgetfulness of feet on solid ground. In my mindβs eye, I am tumbling down, air screeching past, a time out of time, until I collide somewhere below, softness hitting the ground.