Letting go is a scary thing, but once you do it--once you let yourself fall...your stomach drops, you feel the wind on your back, and everything you see is swirled together like it's gonna catch you. Leaving that control behind feels so damn good, and I mean fucken incredible--your senses become heightened, and everything just feels mind numbing. You don't have to think, you just have to feel. You are guided by that inevitable force of desire, and as you give in, you feel yourself coming alive, and it's so damn addicting, because that's all everyone wants to feel in life--alive. But the problem is, you have to be careful because sometimes when you let go, you lose everything you had to grab onto again. Nothing is certain anymore, and that swirled word you thought would catch you was just a mere illusion all along. And all of a sudden, you look around and realize you are alone. Once the high hits the low, you have to consider whether or not you can handle facing that by yourself. That world that swirls is beautiful and vivacious, and you are spinning along with it like a blissful child. But you have to be careful, because sometimes if you spin too fast for too long, your vision never recovers, and your world is permanently stained by the dizziness in the aftermath.