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4 corners island feeler
You're riding along and everything is great. You're together. You see the jump and you're anticipating the fun. It's scary at first, but you've made a decision. You get up to speed, it's fun and exciting. You twist the throttle, you put in to the relationship. The suspension compresses as the pressures of life, your individual differences, and you begin fighting each other. But, then it's over. You're both over your differences, and the smooth sailing of life begins. You're happy, together, everything is beautiful. You're free of the earth and floating on air. You're both hurtling through time and space. So engrossed by each other's presence that you both loose touch with reality, with freinds. Or, you become aware of the beauty around you; the sun is brighter, the grass is greener, the smell of pines, flowers and the dew evaporating from the fields of grass tangle in your nose.
As you reach the apogee of the flight, you want to stay there, suspended, the perfect balance of life and happiness. You never think that it will end. But, then it happens. You're coming down. Your stomach sinks, the brief terror subsides to panic and anticipation of the landing. But, you don't know how it's going to end. You're falling and have little control. Gravity is pulling you down. The gut wrenching feelings of the unforeseeable takes over.
You pray, you plead, you cry, you weep. You clutch to your chest a pillow, a couch cushion, or anything that reminds you of them for comfort. But, it doesn't go away. The crushing pain is still there. It feels like there is nothing to stand on, no floor beneath your feet to stop you from falling. And, you are falling. A bottomless chasm and your chest is heavy with the weight of your loss. And the deeper you fall into the chasm, the greater the crushing weight of reality.
Stay high.
As you reach the apogee of the flight, you want to stay there, suspended, the perfect balance of life and happiness. You never think that it will end. But, then it happens. You're coming down. Your stomach sinks, the brief terror subsides to panic and anticipation of the landing. But, you don't know how it's going to end. You're falling and have little control. Gravity is pulling you down. The gut wrenching feelings of the unforeseeable takes over.
You pray, you plead, you cry, you weep. You clutch to your chest a pillow, a couch cushion, or anything that reminds you of them for comfort. But, it doesn't go away. The crushing pain is still there. It feels like there is nothing to stand on, no floor beneath your feet to stop you from falling. And, you are falling. A bottomless chasm and your chest is heavy with the weight of your loss. And the deeper you fall into the chasm, the greater the crushing weight of reality.
Stay high.
