heels over head-flying face first
i have a tendency to add complexity to an already beautiful thing, the jump.the fall.the stop-peering over the edge with a tinge of fear-my body's last line of defense in the preservation of its present person, but the will-for an idea to exist forever still overcomes one's limbs-the foot slips before the blood could get to the head-one last grip-futile-split second views of clouds-appearing as ships falling further away-vertical rotation-in between moments of expressionless retrospect, and divine forsight-reality begins to sink in-a mind void of all that is not in front of it-a show-stopping yell-in one last motion to cease the oncomming barrage of emotions, the focus of the present situation moves to a memory potent enough in endorphins-to numb the pilot thats reached its destination.