Monday, May 7, 2012

A. New. Me.

Standing on the edge of the precipice.

With the wind whipping around me, tugging me forward.

Laughing with wild abandon as I take. One. Step. Forward.

Is rebirth always this exhilarating? Wind-whipped and wild?

I fall.

Into. A. New. Me.

Falling happily into the precipice,