nose dive.

the cliff's edge becomes more intoxicating each time you inch toward it.

the wind blows through your hair, the smell of the ocean envelops you, its salt licking at your lips as sun glints off the slick, black rocks enticing you from below. light gets in your eyes as the pale blueness of the sky caresses the ocean. it's no longer clear to you where one begins and the other ends. you squint, unable to see, but recognizing that at this moment there could not be anything more right than this.

you know, if you jump, at least there is the euphoria of the free fall.