What do you do when you don’t wanna jump... but you have no where else to run?
The corner is at front, the wall behind, your wings are unwilling to fly this time, your heart craves the earth, your mind is thousand miles away, the wind blowing hard on your knees, the falling cliff at front.
... what do you do?



a year and about later...
answer: you stand still, the storm has to end at some point