His eyes shifted like the wind, his body pacing against the breeze. He looked down towards the water in pain internally wishing for them to meet. Fighting this will was his counterpart. The other that knew it was a feet of danger. His arms laid at his hips his feet always moving on the ground.

Over and over again the breeze fought his stance then pulled him away, then lost him again to his bodies will. His face downcast with internal war cried for the adrenaline.

The world faded from that cliff top blending sky water and earth together not allowing anything to be distinguished.

Again he paced walking back and forth towards the edge then returning to the safety of distance. Minutes passed. The world seemed lost in a motion of back and forth worrying time itself.

How long could time stand this battle between the soul and the mind?

The earth’s rotation quaked in its place waiting for his decision approaching insanity.

The fighting boy climbing towards the edge forcing his souls will to act overcame the winds call. Without another thought the boys feet left the ground plummeting his body into the cool grasp of the murky water.

Fear and danger losing to desire, the minds will forever forgotten.