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Silk cannot compare to your gentle touch.
Although I may be in love with you, I feel as though I am chasing a lost cause.
I have thrown myself over this cliff and I forgot to pack a parachute.
I'm falling fast and friction is non-existent.
As I continue to speed, gravity pulls harder.
As I may try to hike back up that mountain, I do so without a harness.
And the smallest of nudges have the strength to knock me off of that Cliffside.
And as I'm falling, I'm wondering why I was on the edge of that cliff in the first place.
Was I hoping that I would fly?
Or in the back of my mind, did I know that it was a decision that would surly send me plummeting to the sharp rocks at the bottom.
Whatever the decision, I do not regret it.
Because I would rather know that I could fly, than continue life, wondering.