big stride

i’m standing at the edge, looking out.

i want to jump off, based solely on the belief that when i’m about to land, solid ground will somehow miraculously appear, saving me.  but knowing my luck, i’ll end up splashing face first into a pool of dirty nasty sewage runoff.  and something will hold me down and force me to take a few gulps of it.  or something.

so i will, for now, still stand here, right on the edge, trying to convince myself to stay a bit longer, whilst longing to take the giant stride off into the blue.

come on, come on, let’s go.