You haven't jumped... yet.

Your heart is racing... your knees are buckling...

Your palms are sweaty... there's a ringing in your ears.

The room is spinning... and time stands still...

but you haven't jumped.

 you haven't jumped....... yet.

You don't want to let go... it's like you'd hold on forever but you can't stop a freight train. You can stand on the tracks but you can't stop it from coming.

And the only sound you hear is your heart trying to beat out of your chest.

You think you're strong but you don't feel strong. In fact, you've never felt this weak.

Everything you do is a compilation of who you are.

If you think about it..... everything you've done up to this moment makes up the person standing there. The person standing there...

the person falling apart.

Tomorrow isn't written so you have to lean on everything you've been up to this point... but were you honest? With yourself?

There's church bells in the background. You want to soak it up. You want to soak up every second... knowing that you have so little time, but you're so distracted.

Holding the tears in...keeping them from falling down your face has taken over every other function.

You weren't supposed to be this upset... because it wasn't supposed to be this hard.

You know you have to pull it together. You have to move forward. You have to be brave.