The Free Fall

The free fall. The moment right before we collide with the ground. The moment before we discover love. It's a funny thing really - we name this moment "free fall." So full of excitement and danger yet a feeling that can cause such a mess. No, not the mess that would appear on the ground in the aftermath but a mess of emotions. Emotions flying through the air in unknown territory. Is that what the free fall feels like? I've always wanted to dip my feet into the depths of the free fall but every time I seem to get caught up in fear. So if the moment right before love is the free fall does that make love the feeling of having your body crash into the unmistakably cold ground? Or is love the feeling of having your last breathe being drawn out of you? A moment of purity.