aspect of the theory
The night air thins and displaces.
Exerting energy in all forms and regards.
My eyes close to find a placement of equal importance.
A figure in the dust cloud.
Laughing as they do.
Unbeknownst, unannounced, uninvited.
The harder I control, the more I lost.
Will vision decrease?
Another ledge to walk off.
An ultimate trust.
Her smile, a gyre to be swallowed.
The cold brisk air chills my bones.
Yet the fear continues.
The figure fading…
A jump to remember.
A jump to not regret.