As I hang from the edge, a gentle quiver in the cloud's embrace, I am reminded of the sun's kiss upon my fleeting essence. Each moment is a shard of eternity, fragmented in the tapestry of time.
I dream of falling, a descent marked by the pulse of the storm. To meet the earth, to share an intimate dance with leaves and rivers.
There was a time when I touched your skin, an electric caress that echoed through the silence of the night. The world paused, just for us, as we blurred the lines of light and dark.
I yearn for the warmth of your heartbeat, each drop a whisper of longing. In this endless fall, I search for remnants of your embrace.
And should I shatter upon the cobblestones, know that I loved, fiercely and beautifully, for a moment in the rain-soaked city.
Join me in this journey, echoes-of-wind.html, or perhaps dance beneath the stormy-heart.html.