Crossroad.
Walking along the cliffside.
Taken in by the sights.
I wanted to take the plunge, but the fears and hesitation set in.
What if:
there're rocks beneath? Or others already below.
Or the waters, unwilling?
I walk on by.
By the long coast, glancing intermittently at the safe waters beneath.
Sigh, isn't it perfectly worthwhile?
I peered elsewhere, looking for clamer waters, gently cliffs.
Yet it turned out I was merely seeking for the first one in others.
Some sort of semblance that I would never see.
Foolish me.
The harder I try to look away, the harder it becomes.
I struggle onwards, fighting the urge to look back, even for a brief moment.
Perhaps it was coincidence.
After a while, a rather long while, I reached the end of it.
Turn away, or jump over for good?
Lost, I peered over and looked around.
Everything didn't work themselves out, everything looked the same.
I sensed a tug at my heartstrings.
I knew what I had to do. Really do.
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