#introspectionalert

Is this true? Do you all fall in love like an angel falling from grace?

Not so for me. I stand at the edge high above the clouds I know full well that wings of paper will not hold too well do I know that below lurks the sharp edges and unforgiving tumble of the rocks my mind whispering will it be worth it? To shatter my very self? - a mirror thrown upon the tile- to both lose and gain pieces to become all at once less and somehow more

Oh but my heart answers me -yes- oh my yes for what is life if not to live? What strange and stunted thing is it to hold one's heart in a cage and never

I stand at the edge I know the fall awaiting I have wings of paper that will not hold for long but oh for that one glorious upsweep that moment of timeless and weightless being

I do not fall into love

I stretch out my arms my heart