Jump

It's time to jump that cliff.

We've found the summit so our journey is done.

I will greatly miss what we encountered.

I am having trouble releasing the bind:

Merely words, but also a way of thinking,

And an intangible attachment.

I've been running on a special high,

And its kept its hold for a while now…

Coming back to earth will be so mundane.

There's no way to chase that high again,

Not for a long while into the future at least…

~wind gains speed~

~heart begin losing purchase on attachment~

~memories move into holding cells~

~satisfaction become nostalgia~

~eyes look into an abyss~

~something is now missing~