Falling Under

At the verge of the precipice, I hesitated. If I crossed the boundary, I would fall, inevitably. However, a surge of emotions urged me to stride, to fall, and to embrace. I'm dangerously losing my self-control.  Why do my emotions always dominate my logic? My logic is concealed by a mix of emotions-- elation, excitement, and anxiety. A string unties and I fly over an invisible wall which restrains me, and embrace freedom. Freedom of being myself. Freedom of facing my heart. But I will grab the string as tightly as I could, until the string is too fine to hold. The string won't be unraveling as long as I maintain my determination.