The Inevitable

I cannot let this happen, I should not let this happen, I will not let this happen.

Allowing it would be akin to throwing myself heedlessly from a precipice of unknown height into a canyon the floor of which I cannot see; certain pain, inevitable doom.

But six black magic kittens purr and play upon a white rug, a cold hard burning sun has set early accross the sea, my hand is encased in another and in a pocked placed, green shoots herald the Spring, my eyes are lined with smiling.

These and other visions dance before me and I reach for them over the edge.

I know you will not catch me when I fall; but it is inevitable that I hope you do.