I jump away but the water keeps me afloat. Suspending me for long enough to turn around and see the cliffs without the rope. Give me the light to see the rocks where I'm destined to lay. And though my wings may fall away, the sea will crash and find its way to whisper our freedom and scream our captivity. If you look beyond the diamonds, you will find the rocks. I thought we had jumped away. Drifting with direction. But we are barely afloat. Drowning in the translucency