The Fall

"It's time"

"I'm not ready"

..."It's time"

"But I'm not ready!"

"close your eyes"

The hair on the back of his neck stands up. His body trembles demanding goosebumps stand at attention as his intentions begin to surface. Skin with a texture akin to the worthless tin covering a barn surfaced with rust and holes allowing the grim reality of how nervous he really is be exposed. 

"Jump"

But it's not that easy.

Feeling queasy he knows there's a chance, no matter how small, 

that he'll trip. But it will still result in the fall that will strip him of his being. 

Strip him to the core to the point he looks in the mirror and doesn't recognize himself anymore. 

To fall or not to fall. That is the question. If only the answer was as easy to mention as the attention the question gets. I mean, as if there's really a choice to make instead of a reality that makes itself present. 

To fall in love...

To fall...

Because love isn't something as easy as a preference. And to those of you who thought he was about to jump off a cliff, I ask you... is there a difference?

              -Shane Thompson