I’ve fallen in love a million times over. I’m still falling in love with life…

I fall every second of every minute of every hour of every day. I fall in love like tears leaking from the eyes of a hysterical woman who just realized that she drowned her own dreams in a tub. Too many to count; too many times to fathom.

I fall like I’m abusing gravity, entangling it like an accomplice, coercing it like hostage. Like the only time I’m willing to serve is the time it takes to gasp between peak and botom.

I fall so hard and heavy that I swear my heart is made of a galaxy cluster sewn into the hem of a supermassive black hole wearing a suit stitched from dark matter.

I’m pretty sure that I’ll be stuck free-falling for the rest of my life… but you have to know that all of the others are just flecks of dust in my eyes while I struggle to keep them open in mid-air.

They’re just phantom vapors as I drop faster and deeper, burning through them like jet fuel as I’m rushing down to meet you.

See, you’re not the edge that I can get over so easily. You’re the infinite void that always surrounds me.

And if I ever did manage to get to the bottom of you, there would be nothing left of me to leap again. I would be totally obliterated. I would be pulverized into the finest powder-like mist which you could use to blow into the lungs of every other person who ever turned my head…

I’d make them all bleed, just for you…❤️