Clinging to this strand of sanity,
Gazing upward at the strong, barren ground I lept from,
Then downward at the foggy, misty, opulent gorge below.

Only a silken thread holding me between the life I knew and the one I believe I desire.

But He still grips the ledge.
He will not slide down with me.

I slip further and further from him, as the thread stretches between us.
This strand of sanity threatening to break.

If he’d follow, we could slide down together, embark on this beautiful journey as one.

If the line snaps, I will free fall into oblivion.

I’ve already taken the leap, Sir.
I’m sorry I lept before you were ready.
I cannot climb back up.
Please join me…
Before it’s too late.

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