For Hannah

Anymore I find myself caught between a cliff and the sea; trapped in between the majestic and the serene. Yet, the fear of falling lingers.

Perhaps we all just live to move forward. To find answers. To create questions. We’re caught in a balance teetering from love to lost and from hopeful to helpless. We just crawl through life day by day, going about our daily routines, picking the scabs and beating the bush – not really knowing where we stand.

Or where we will fall.

But we continue to see the pain and struggles, adapt and recover, and pretend everything is okay. We don’t forgive or forget, just ignore. A simple median we excuse as acceptable, until once again we meet the same cliff and start stumbling away.

But we’ll be okay.

We’ve fought and we’ve lived. We’ve been bruised and battered and torn between one another in matters of faith and belief without the need for approval.

In the end we are rebels. A fight to a cause much bigger than ourselves, not in deity or mass, but in mind and in body. We uphold our weaknesses and rip them apart. Perhaps, we’ve been living with meaning after all; a meaning bone deep and as personal to us as our scars.

We are only human. We fight to live, live to love, and love to let go.

So we let go. We do not fear our cliffs or embrace our oceans. We simply stand idle on a perfect balance of pleasure and beauty. And fear.

We never let our boundaries bind us. We tear our minds from our bodies and soar to a greater purpose. No choice we make, no heart we crush, nor any tears we shed could push us down from our cliffs and under our seas.


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