dilemma

Suspended in silence— not falling, not flying. Two ropes in hands. One burns with a heartbeat, wild and aching, whispering: "Feel. Break. Become." The other hums cold logic, a voice of reason: "Stay safe. Stay known." But the soul stirs. The wind smells like freedom. Ribs remember laughter. Tears ricochet like beginnings. One path leads to fire. The other, to stillness. And in this breathless moment, you understand— it’s not the pain of choosing that scars... but the ghosts of what you didn’t.