Sliding slowly downwards. Steps not measured. Haphazard movements pull you to an unknown destination. It's a free fall. It seems scary and yet the undefined potential still exists. You try to grasp it but it slips between your fingers. There's beauty floating around. And sadness. But the sadness thrives on the beauty, exploiting its strength, manifesting the hidden choices.
The abyss is smooth and soft. Delusioning you into temptation. This is what you want. You twirl and sway, gently, yet barely touching the sides. You shiver, experiencing a familiar yet new sensation. The revelation of the familiarity confuses you. The excitement of the newness arouses you. The battle between the senses draws a veil that envelops you. You can breathe, but barely. You don't suffocate, although at some point, you want to surrender to the end.
And then you draw the veil to your sides. You smoothly touch it to your face. You breathe its scent, erotic, sensual, interesting. You spread your arms and the veil follows your command. You sway again. You seduce the abyss with your moves. You bend and rise. You throw your head back and arch your neck. There is no resistance. The magnetism in your eyes absorbs the energy around you. Your veil is your wings. Your arms are your anchor. Your belief is your faith.
You spread your wings and fly. This time, with measured steps, you glide out of the abyss.
To return, maybe. To leave forever, not likely.
The abyss remains, with all its sadness, temptation, and distorted beauty.
The abyss is smooth and soft. Delusioning you into temptation. This is what you want. You twirl and sway, gently, yet barely touching the sides. You shiver, experiencing a familiar yet new sensation. The revelation of the familiarity confuses you. The excitement of the newness arouses you. The battle between the senses draws a veil that envelops you. You can breathe, but barely. You don't suffocate, although at some point, you want to surrender to the end.
And then you draw the veil to your sides. You smoothly touch it to your face. You breathe its scent, erotic, sensual, interesting. You spread your arms and the veil follows your command. You sway again. You seduce the abyss with your moves. You bend and rise. You throw your head back and arch your neck. There is no resistance. The magnetism in your eyes absorbs the energy around you. Your veil is your wings. Your arms are your anchor. Your belief is your faith.
You spread your wings and fly. This time, with measured steps, you glide out of the abyss.
To return, maybe. To leave forever, not likely.
The abyss remains, with all its sadness, temptation, and distorted beauty.
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