“I think I found my calling.”
“Is it saying random things?”
The strange boy tossed his head back and bunches of bluebirds burst from the tree to speckle the yawning sky.
“That was a good one. You got me.”
Flinty steel in his eyes betrayed the glimmer playing around his mouth.
Whatever he said next was likely to set something on fire.
“Love is like cliff diving.
“On a trail you might turn back at anytime. You might see another trail more fair, more appealing and turn down there.
“On a path you might find great pleasure in each whispering fork you pass knowing your way is only yours, to split or not to split.
“Truly you may follow your heart to top of any mountain but the truest way to the bottom of your self is found when your feet leave the ledge.
“There are no off ramps in cliff diving.
“No take backs, no tap outs.
“After the toe tip it’s all out for the all in.”
I don’t know how I know that.
But… I do.
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Love leaves the overlook of heaven without any wings.
Fallen to the bottom of my shattered shoreline.
Collided at the crossroads of eternity.
Perfectly laid beneath the waves of my curse.
Until bursting forth the Island rises.
Even salty death gives way to molten Love.
Come to the Island, oh my soul, and be melted.