Partners on the edge
On the edge, we are. Next to each other. Arms spread, tilted up. Is it a victory cry or is it a psychotic thought? We can fly. Nothing can happen to us. A leap into the deep, we survive with ease. I'm blowing with confidence, not in the future, but in him. As long as we're together, no one can touch us. We are a strong front. One line. Against the outside world, we always agree with each other. Never fall off each other.
Next to each other. Behind each other. Anyway, together.
Like here, on top of the top, always to the edge, always looking for the right balance in life. A lot of mountains we climbed and a lot of valleys continued. Actually, I've never been with him in mountainous areas. The most achievable in the literal sense were the Texel dunes. But figuratively, no mountain is too high for us. Life has offered us many challenges, often beyond the limit of what is possible. How we made it? Unbounded love and immeasurable trust in each other.
Even if one of us plunges into the ravine, and the other's lifeline just can't reach him, we're still connected.
