Sentimental

Sentimentality

the reality

a thing carrying a memory

Rusting holds security

“goodbye” is scary

Is the potential for holding onto a memory

reason enough to disrupt

the potential for making a new memory?

Things, places, we use them

Don’t weep over change.

For Change itself may become good memory

But that is what we are afraid of

It may be a good memory that we are racing towards;

Maybe not.

But why hold on?

Free-Falling.

Adrenaline is running through our veins

All Spinning.

Only possible with no resistance.

Don’t let that parachute out yet,

We don’t know

If we will die when we hit

If even there is ground to hit

Maybe the ground is an illusion

Maybe it is closer than we thought

The choice that we must make is to untie the ropes

Free-fall