Moving is scary, moving on is worse.

What happens when the Earth turns, like a table top, and you’re falling face first?

We hang to the edge; our cliff’s only ledge, or we leap to our threateningly inevitable death, and we can only hope for the best.

Smack against the waters embrace. Hold your breath and attack every dangerous wave, or take a deep breath in, and let go of the pain.

But the Earth hasn’t toppled, and you’re still okay. Don’t cave into the pressure, it’s just a headache.

Salt leaks from your waterline. Each drop a memory. Sit up in your bath, and watch as your tears turn the clear water black.