There's something so rare about falling....
That fearlessness that soars throughout me...
..it's liberating, actually.
knowing the path between the catching of your eyes and the thrill of your arms are limited.
Indeed, it's perilous
Yet somehow, I opt to lay my faith right in the center of your dripping thorns and undone love..
Daringly, as if hopes aren't sinking dreams themselves fighting to stay afloat...
And even then I'd choke.
Because there's something so "Shakespeare" about drowning with you.