Leaning forward, knees buckling, soles of my shoes slip off the edge; and I'm falling. The acceleration drives my stomach to my throat, wind rips through my hair, tears streak my face, the tower is a blur beside me, the ground grows to meet me, I reach out to touch it. And then-.
psychemoon:
And then the world stops, holding it's breath. All is safe, warm, and constant. Standing solid upon the earth feeling the love that is surrounding...