I stand bare-foot on a cold Unstabile Steel Cage, spinning slightly with the wind.
I say a silent Plee to god.
With all my strength I force my hand's to let go, By body is screaming for me to hold on.
I look up, and lean forward's, and as the water move's into view, I feel suspended in space, nothing is moving.
But the the wind pick's up, and a bone-chilling wave move's up my body as the Sea hurtel's toward's me.
Panic Strike's, what have I done. All I can think of is her, standing down there waiting for me.
I come to halt and then get shot back up again.
As I begin to slow, and become stabile. My senses catch fire.
The air...Never Cleaner.
The Colour's...Never Brighter.
The Sea, Never Blue'r
She, Never More Beautiful.
I feel Weak and alive at the same time.
I am suspended in time, everything just passes with out a trace.
I am alive.