From the top of the world
We fall in love.
We fall.
We buy some more time, and play again.
We desperately seek out the most majestic cliff, the most desolate bridge
only so that we can throw ourselves off them.
Nothing is high enough, we keep aiming for the top.
Is it the thrill?
The wind making our hair dance, making our bodies swirl
We gasp for air, we grasp for something, anything, to hold on to,
but we are alone at the peak of the mountain.
Addicted to that moment just after we lose our balance, just before we start descending
Our bodies floating free, the possibilities endless, happiness a tangible promise
There is naïve hope in that moment.
And then we fall.
Over and over, we keep falling,
hoping that this sentence ends with in love.
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