Crazily Sane

I found myself on the edge of the tallest mountain cliff. 

Knowing I am absolutely terrified of heights. 

I look over the edge.

I see every trail. Rock. flower. Tree. Animal. Insect. Crack. Fissure. Fault line. Every atom of the ground. 

You spoke of freedom. To embrace all and everything. 

Freedom, to me, is the birds. To Fly every which way, against the forces of the wind. Against destiny. 

So here I stand on the edge of the cliff with the freedom you’ve granted me.  

Pushing me on to your destiny. 

Only to find myself saying hello to old friends.